untitled | ashton i. ☼

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This year I met a boy twice.

I met him first in the beginning of winter and again in the middle of the summer.

when we met in the winter, his lips were chapped and his hair was long.

He always wore a black beanie.

He had long fingers, and his hands were gentle and his voice was soft.

He'd offer me his jacket and he would laugh because he thought it was cute that I was so shy that I could barely speak.

He was also shy. But loud, and out-going at the same time.

he spent his days and nights making sure i was happy and loved

and when he looked at me, his eyes would light up,

my life was beautiful

and he thought i was beautiful.

but,

he was the beautiful one for making me love myself for those few months.

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