Are you quiet or not interested? You said you are quiet and calm, you say you enjoy the silence and also my chattering, you seem to listen to every noise observantly, trying to find a beat or a melody in this sea of sounds, the sizzling frying oil, the laughter of youth, the clicking of a cigarette lighter, long nails clicking on a wooden table, soap bubbles popping, the buzzing cicadas under the hot sun.
And when you talk your voice is so thin and calm that it is easily outdone by all these other sounds that i started recognizing. It's impossible hearing you in this packed place, I ask you to repeat again but after the third time of unhearing I give up hoping it wasn't too important.
At times it gets really awkward, not only when I can't understand you or when I talk too much but also when we hug, you have to know i'm not a huge hugs fan but I don't have the courage to tell you and our hight difference doesn't make it easier.
And sometimes you smile at me with your big reassuring grin, we talk about future plans and you tell me the most curious things that you want to do and become, I already know some of those plans will never work out but I never tell you because you're such a optimist dork.
Your hands are long, elegant and slender, I imagine them to be incredibly soft, besides your left hand's fingertips.
A persons hands say a lot about them and judging from your's you seem to be the most filigree person i've met but I know you're hardworking and one day these slender fingers and awkward smiles will conquer the world.
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Crushes
أدب المراهقينyou know what...this will become an album about my crushes hope they won't find out
