Tasting Winters Blue

I guess it was his habit of walking out in the sun for the feel of it against his skin even if that meant getting tanner, which his dad hated. It was a habit of his to smirk every time he looked at me. It was his habit of studying till 4 in the morning even if that meant he had 2 hours of sleep, if that meant he had a chance to make his parents proud. It was a habit of his to try everything and anything to get those words out of his dads mouth. I guess I was always in the way of that. I guess it was always a habit of his to put them first.