michael,
i like your eyes.
i like your smile.
i like the way you don't judge me.
i like the fact that you never shy away from holding my hand in public.
i like the fact that you are so comfortable with me
and that all the bullshit we encounter from the ignorant just tunes out when i'm with you.
i'm in like with you.
from,
that guy that couldn't possibly (put eloquently enough) how much he fucking loves you.
YOU ARE READING
blush ; muke au
Fanfictionin which a boy has a deep infatuation for rosy pigmented cheeks.
