He has sunset eyes and always drives with the windows down.
He doesn’t take no for an answer but he doesn’t ask for much.
He flexes his toes when he plays video games, rocks back and forth and tenses
every time he strikes. He laughs short; a little bubble of humor, but it is a
beautiful sound ringing in my ears long after he’s gone. He is quiet but when
he speaks his words are thoughtful, thoughtless, and his bass buzzes in my
chest: thump thump thump. He touches the deepest part of my soul, barely
reaching, he knows me inside and out and he says that he loves me.
He has sunset eyes and always drives with the windows down.
