As for my other favorite guy, I've been thinking about him a lot recently.
When I first met this kid, I was apprehensive because it would have been against girl code to try anything with him since my best friend had a thing for him. Plus, I thought he was too attractive to be a nice guy.
I found him attractive; however, I didn't find him as attractive as the other girls did.
Honestly, I found him to be not up to par with what I was expecting.
The few days after the initial meeting changed everything I had thought about him.
I got to know him and I had to fight a very disappointed look when I saw him with another girl.
Once we became in a relationship, I knew I was done for.
When I look at him, I see a whole face. A face that no one can compare to. His eyes hold me like nothing else. I could stare into them for hours. His lips are fuller than mine but in the best way possible. They also do this cute kind of flutter thing when he exhales in his sleep.
He can perfectly brush back his hair without looking, but it always gets messed up by him nuzzling into the pillow. His neck is ridiculously long but it matches his broad shoulders perfectly. It also makes cuddling a thousand times easier for me. His chest has this little concave part that he apparently dislikes, but its my favorite place to rest my hand because it puts my palm in the perfect position to feel his heartbeat.
I'm not a foot person, but I can make an exception for him when our feet touch. His arms are just the right amount of muscular to not be too bony but also not too overdone. His legs are probably smaller than mine, but not in a bad way. He's very proportional. It used to bother me that he was so thin compared to me, but it doesn't bother me anymore.
The way he laughs stays with me when we're apart. His voice reads the messages he sends and the statuses he posts. He finds his way into my dreams. His jokes keep me laughing when I remember them. He challenges me intellectually. He makes me want to be a better person. His patience with me makes me appreciate him more than his looks ever could. The way he handles himself with other people captivates me because of how mature he is, but how he can let go with me.
He really just captivates me all the time. The way he looks at me makes me feel like there is no other girl in the world. The way he holds me reassures me that he agrees. The things he says takes away every ounce of doubt I have.
I could go on for hours about how this boy makes me feel. I could probably talk for years about how he makes me feel, honestly.
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