He has a secret smile and shoulders that fall like teardrops. It is as though he is a part of something much bigger than the world he belongs to. His presence is gentle, in the way that you almost wouldn’t notice him around you but you always wish that he would be. He has the kind eyes that predispose you to the heartbreak he will inevitably cause you. He is the kind of boy that will watch me work getting paint all over my hands which will eventually make its way to my cheeks and laugh at me but wet his thumb with his tongue and gently take those stains from me. His thoughts will be endlessly fascinating. The way he structures them making their meaning seem so effortless. Words and thoughts that will sink their teeth into me and won’t let me go until I am fully aware of their disguised intentions. He is a boy that will make me lost for words and will leave me feeling awkward and overanalysing and over-thinking everything I say for the fear, fear of being inadequate, of being plain and simply wrong. Though feeling all those things would come to nothing in the end because when that boy looks at me he will make every fear and insecurity float away with a single glance in my direction.