Feels like home

He's just one person out of the thousands I've met in my life. One guy who's opinion of me holds no meaning. That is, until I give it meaning. I guess that's why I care. But why give him that power? He hasn't done anything extraordinary to deserve such a power over my thoughts. I guess that's the answer. It's because he hasn't done a single thing. He's always just there. Smiling. He's never said anything to make me feel special. He's never done anything to make me feel special. Everyone else does. Everyone else always tries. That's what humans exist for. They try to make people feel a certain way. Some try to treat you horribly to make you feel horrible. Some try to treat you lovingly to make you feel loved. He does none of these things. He's sentences hold no influence. He's just there. Stares. It's all I ever really exchange with him. I don't have the ability to hint things with my words, so I just stare. You know, that stare that's just a little too intimate for your own liking.