People always wonder, why am I inlove with him?
Is it his beautiful brown eyes? A dominant gene that seems so exotic when I stare at him.
Perhaps it's his dreamy smile, that melts hearts where ever he wanders.
Or maybe his perfect jawline, that you could cut yourself on if you ran your fingers along it.
Or his cute little nose that you can't help but want to "boop" with your finger tip.
But all this, shouldn't matter because...
I love his heart. His pure and innocent heart.
I love that he's thoughtful, that he always wonders why I talk to him out of all the people. I only want to speak to him.
That he's so happy that I show interest in his hobbies.
That I'm there to support him in times he needs someone.
No one seems to understand, he's more then a face that you can use and abuse.
Do you realise he's not?
That he's human?
I wake up everyday to see him.
Not to just look at his face.
To ask him about his past days, to ask him about the present and even the future.
And I live for the goodbye hug when we depart at the train station, going many miles away, only to repeat for another day.
