Something...
There is just something about him. Something that draws me in. I am not sure what it is, but it's something...
Maybe that something is his eyes, soft and blue and understanding. Maybe that something is his laugh, the way he throws his head back and scrunches up his nose. The way his laugh infects you and causes you to join in. Or maybe that something is his smile, so sweet, heartwarming, and genuine. It draws you in and brings joy to your heart.
All these things mean something, but it is not that something.
That something is his heart, so kind, generous, and compassionate. All the other somethings stem from that. His eyes are so soft and understanding because of the kindness in his heart. They draw me in because they are full of the compassion from his heart. And his laugh, boiling over with joy. It is an overflow of the joy that resides in his heart. And finally, his smile, so inviting because he genuinely cares. He smiles from his heart because of the kindness within.
He draws me in with that something... his heart, and I love him.
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Tales of a Dreamer
Short StoryA bunch of random, mini stories I come up with randomly. I promise I do not need help. I write from emotions that I feel, and I intensify them. I am a perfectly happy individual who just needs a place to express my emotions. Don't worry, enjoy!
