EACH EVEN NUMBER
"you're perfect lou."
hazelized brown hair with highlights whenever the sun decided to let him have his time to shine throughout all his insecurities that pooled like the pacific ocean in his eyes. his eyes giving away emotions no one ever knew would exist in a celebrity paring thin pink lips in a watery smile; simply showing how close he was to giving up, let alone try.
voice wavering without anyone noticing, acknowledging. seeming to get choked up whenever reality seemed to hit him quite a few times harshly; rubbing it in his face like management. hating the way his voice cracks as if on cue matching his high, throaty, raspy voice.
sunkissed shoulders attached to arms that have a mind of their own. whether it was grasping his hazel hair tightly with tears threatening to jump out before moving to punch anything within a range near him- leaving bruises against his skin, along with his heart that seemed to be blue.
from his pudgy stomach that only he seemed to have, in his mind at least. the way it would stick out through his tight fitting shirts, jigging whenever he talked, laughed, or made any movement. all the way to his hips slightly covered in stretch marks, hating the way it made him nervous wearing pants because his thighs! dear lord, he hated those much more. it made him look curvy, feminine. he wanted to look manly.
he became okay with it. being in the closet, which seemed to be why he dressed well; in others eyes, not his. the way he would have to go out with women constantly, the paparazzi being there to capture his every move. invading his privacy. he was okay with it- being with a women instead his loved one. planning to marry her after his child was born.
he seemed to forget he was hurting.
"you're still perfect lou."