The boy looked soft. Like he could never hurt a fly.
He had tan skin with freckles, light grey eyes, and white hair. You would expect him to stand out, but no: he blends in with the world.
He blends in with the flowers, the bees, the sun, the night, and with all of the clouds.
He looked soft.
But his hands were calloused,
And had scars on them, in fact, only after seeing the scars on his hands I had started to notice the scars on his face and on his body.
And only after seeing his callouses, I started to notice how hard he worked,and how long he'd practice playing instruments.
He is... Everything to me, and I would do anything to see him smile.
I guess I should tell you how we met, or how he met me. I'm still learning to love him, love everything of him.
I do love everything I know of him, but I do not know everything of him.
