I spoke about him like if there was no one else in the world. I loved every single time I told everyone about how we met and started dating. He became my favorite story and I would just never stop telling everyone. I remember the day someone asked me about him without me bringing him up.
"Tell me what is it about him?"
Ohh, just everything. he's this imperfect perfect guy with the most sincere personality. he's the type of guy that won't ever let anyone knock him over. he's strong and a fighter. he gets what he wants and he visions so much for himself, y eso es admirable. I knew it was him the moment I stared into his eyes for the first time.
"What about his eyes?"
It's like, you don't really realize that the color brown could be your favorite color. You might think, it's so simple so uninteresting, it's just brown. But, it turns out that brown just became my favorite color. They tell a story unlike any other. Those deep brown eyes hold nothing but the truth and have so many dreams. They're as mesmerizing as the first time you watch a sunset. I never thought brown eyes could be so captivating until I crossed paths with his.
They said they could tell from miles away that I was in love, that my eyes told the story but never the name.
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Short Storyto whoever identifies themselves with the character of each "story", but most importantly to the person behind each thought. I don't consider myself a writer nor do I believe to be one, my mind just runs wildly imagining stories of people I haven't...
