an epiphany

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i'd say, the one word to describe the way i feel when i look at him, is wistful.

he smells like the times you walked outside as a child after a storm and wondered if the smell was raindrops or the mud stuck to your rain boots

that one smell no one can describe, but it brings a sweet joy to your face every single time it's present.

or when his eyes gleam like the stars through a telescope that you'd only be able to see once, due to the millions in the sky; but you can't help but believe those specific stars are shining only for him...

so you savor the moment looking into his eyes.

and his smile, oh, that smile. the same genuine smile you have when you're belly-laughing with those you love until tears fill in your eyes, not once ever thinking about when the last time you'll feel this way again is.
pure, raw, happiness.

he makes me think about the times i didn't believe i'd ever remember;
and i had never been more thankful to remember in my lifetime.

it breaks my heart that he'll never see himself the same way i see him.

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