reconsider

her;

her;

i wish badly to be able to look at his eyes. mine are a plain and light blue, but not the crystal-blue that everyone enjoys. it’s a flat colour. his are brown. and not the usual brown that you see more than half of the population with. if you look closely there’s golden specks nestled inside, around his irises. it’s a light brown and it’s beautiful. they only darken when his mood changes, i’ve noticed.but he has the most captivating eyes, and the most characteristic charm in his movements.

his arm has shifted. his hand hovers over my arm, his fingers moving against my shoulder, creating circles on my skin. the contact is breathtakingly electric. his touch is like a magnifying glass—he uncovers the tremors in my waking being.

he dismantles the earthquakes coursing through my veins.

i feel like he can hear all the incomprehensible things i say to myself—in my head. he’s a whole other creation, and whenever he’s near me, it’s like i’m on foreign land. he makes me feels special without even knowing he is doing so. does he know? or maybe he does this to everyone. yeah, he probably does. it's him.