he is warmer than his hands
intertwined with mine when
we're walking down the hallways
of our local grocery stores.
he is quieter than I
usually hear him, and
zoned off like he's thinking
but he's just watching
and listening.
he's a very good listener.
I stare into his galaxies,
thinking about how
he's my universe.
I stare into his milky ways
and black holes
and combustible stars
that are dying of old age
and I hope I die of old age
laying next to this
beautiful star,
my sunny golden boy.
he doesn't look sad
and I'm glad,
because otherwise I'd fear
that I'm not making him happy
and therefore
not worth seeing his happiness.
sometimes I wonder
if he gets sad
being so alone, without a mother
or father.
he just has
two sisters
born from foster homes and
put into his long ago
and are old enough to work
but not enough to know about life
or how to make
their brother smile.
sometimes I wonder if
he too thinks that
sometimes he is
less than worthless
and invisible instead.
but I stop wondering,
because even I
sometimes
can't take the truth
or take back words and thoughts
or buy them back with pennies.
he notices I'm staring,
and I blush,
and he squeezes my hand,
and my stomach is now queasy;
I love that affect that
he has on this
boy with scars,
on me.
"I'm hungry," he says.
he's right, I am too.
so we pause the movie,
and he kisses my nose
and my cheeks
and I kiss his freckles,
refraining myself from
calling them stars
like every other
cliche relationship.
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Finally Getting Somewhere (Solangelo) - COMPLETE
FanficHe is an edgy boy, and he is a smiling sun. and no one thought it would work, but they found a way to fall in love. Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or really anything that Rick does. Or any art used. COMPLETED ✔✅✔✅
