He can tell you about how the scar above his right eye is from when he was little and fell off the table; hitting his head on the kitchen counter. He can tell you about how his favorite color is Xbox green, or that he loves when his hair is played with. He can tell you about how he's color blind and your emerald eyes will be grey to him; that your soft ginger hair will be a grey also. But what he can't tell you are the things you have to notice on your own. He won't be able to tell you how his heart beats or how absolutely breathtaking he is with just the TV illuminating him at 3 in the morning. He won't be able to tell you these things and these things will become your favorites. They will be your favorites because they will become the things you will never forget and the things that help make who he is.
You will remember these things the most when you moved three hours away and cannot see him. You will remember the way his skin is always soft and warm. You will remember the dark umber that was his eyes and the way they changed when sunlight hits them. You will remember his laugh and how it echoes at the smallest things; it'll echo through your head at three in the morning and keep you awake and haunted. You will remember the way he stirs pasta and how careful he is. You will remember the way he turns the shower handle, so slow and carful, like he's opening a safe. You will remember his family the most, they will accept you and tell you how much you mean to them, you will love how loud and crazy they are an the way they feel more like a family than yours does. You will remember him, there's no way of getting away from it. So take the chance and fall for him, all his little things. Just let me tell you, he doesn't like drama and that he is his moms biggest fan. He will get more into music and video games instead of talking to you sometimes, but, watching him be captivated by what he loves is the most beautiful thing you'll witness. So fall. Fall hard. Fall full force. You won't regret it.
Just fall.
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PoesíaA collection of words, formed while finding myself and the heartbreak along the way. "I loved it, every freaking word. I love it." - Katelyn (09-03-17)