eunoia (unspoken poetry; book 1)

thirty-seven

and there he was
just a few feet away from me
wearing my favorite smile on him
when a sudden realization hits me—
i felt everything around me stops
and couldn't hear anything but his laugh
or see anything but his imperfections,
and thought they were too beautiful
to be considered as flaws
—i like him. i like him so bad.

hoshi.