When they ask what my favorite trait about him I say his eyes but it's not the color that attracts me it's the way they crinkle at the edges and shine when he's talking about something he loves but I'm afraid to say that because I don't want to hurt his pride, the facade he puts on to show how 'manly' he is with his friends.
When they ask what I find most interesting I say his passion for his hobbies, truly I've never been interested in football or cars but I love his smile when I ask him questions and he explains what I don't know. The way his nose crinkles when he's fixing a car and can't quite figure out what's wrong. The way he prides himself on knowing scores and stats about teams he never fails to miss play.
They ask me what's my least favorite trait about him and I'm too afraid to say seeing days when the smile on his face is a ghost, those beautiful eyes lifeless and cold, like the soul behind them has already rotted away but left his body behind. So instead I say his messy car. Not the missing passion I adore or the apathetic attitude that makes my skin bristle from the cold I feel coming from him and my lack of ability to help simply sitting on the sidelines until he needs me aching to see the smile on his face, but knowing with life comes pain and he's suffering worse than I am.
When they ask... They never quite get a true answer
