July 10. 2017

HIM pt. 2

There he sat, with his hoodie on and hands digging into his pockets
He sat unnoticed and unbothered
Inside those pockets he fidgets with his hands, moving his fingers around his sweaty palms
It was when she turned to give him a piece a paper that he no longer went unnoticed
His hoodie was hiding the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen
They looked at her and she saw his long eyelashes protecting his honey eyes
She saw the chiseled nose that Zeus made himself and oh his lips
They parted to thank her and from then she just had to have him

His eyes told her everything his lips couldn't part for
His arms wrapped around her body and held her with the promise of never letting go
Every stroke through her hair swayed her into his arms for there she was warm and safe

The way he laughed for her was the most beautiful thing she had experienced
He had such unique ways of telling her how much he loved her
He cocked his head back and let out a roar of a laugh and right after would take a breath of air

The way he laughs showed her how much he loved her, how comfortable he was with her
His head cocked back showing her that she was making him happy
His lips parted by miles and showed her his wrinkled forehead telling her how comfortable he was with her









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