you

Day One

I first saw you by the refectory. You were in line to buy something, and I was walking in towards the food line. I saw you at distance, with your face tattoos, your colorful clothes (that pink sweatpants of yours), and then I knew. I just knew: "I have to stay the fuck away from him". That was my very first thought about you.

And I did.

Whenever I saw you around, I just went somewhere else, anywhere I couldn't see you... and it was fine. Everything was fine.

Until one day my curiosity got the best of me and I asked my roommate for your name. She told me with that sassy smile of hers... "Now the devil has a name", and that thought made me smile.

It was a bad move. She saw my interest in it and said: "he is cute, isn't he?". I was forced to confess it, and the next thing she said was: "you two match." ... and that's when my whole don't-fall-for-the-cute-devil plan fell apart.

My heart actually skipped a beat. I caught myself trying to find out "why would she say that... why would we match?". So I started watching you.

Everyone else sees a selfish boy with angry issues, and all I see when I look in your eyes is someone who wants to be loved. I see a caring boy, a shy one, who just wants somebody's arms to hide into.

That made me want to be your hiding place, and that was very strange to me. I never talked to you, so why would I want to be your shelter?

A Devil's safe house.