Each day. His face. That God damn face. That face kills me. When I look at his face, I tear up. His face is gorgeous. Those blue eyes, his blonde hair. But the smile. He has the perfect lips, the perfect smile, not red and not pink, like the colour of a raspberry. His face is pale, not the kind that makes you think "shit his like a ghost", no, the crisp white with a slight tan. His cute nose, slightly narrow and pointy, but when you love someone as much as I do, that doesn't matter.
Today, was the day, the day when I sat at my desk as per usual, and looked up, locking my eyes with his eyes. Today his eyes were the colour of the ocean in a storm, the marble blue. The look I received, was the look of innocence, and the look that you give someone when they catch you off guard.
Things between him and I used to be so fucked up, yet so God damn beautiful. The fighting would kill, but it would take a couple of days and we would be somewhat inseparable. Although we would have a lot of problems, those problems would be some much better than the shit that it is these days. The awkward stares. The love I have for him. The hate he has for me.
