I love the way he looks at me like I'm the stars in his eyes
I love the way he smiles at me like I'm the only person who ever mattered
I love his voice, the way he talks as if he has so much to say, but his words are the secrets only I have heard
The way of his touch... so gentle. So careful, as if he's afraid I'd break.
He's not at all what you would imagine, he's not at all who he wants you to think.
You would never have guess at what he's really like.
Behind it all, hiding deep within his self.
He's broken. Far from being fix.
But he's perfect.
Perfect.
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