I love people who are nothing like the ordinary. The ones who were riding their bikes and skinny dipping and collecting pebbles while everyone else was where everyone else was. People who are raw and chaotic. They wonāt know what to say in a conversation but theyāll tell you the physical properties of all nearby planets or play you an instrument or read you their favourite poem. Theyāll show you versions of themselves in minute details and roll up their sleeves so you can see their scars. When they speak, they unknowingly say things that awaken an echo in you. When you look at them in the eye you can tell that theyāve been through more than most, but theyāre wild and unapologetic, and they will look you in the eye. When you tell them your secret, theyāll treat it like a flower and put it behind their ear. I love people like that, and how could I not? They carry the kind of magic Iāve never seen before; theyāll untie their hair, shake it loose and make you fall in love with them. Theyāre so beautiful itās impossible to believe the whole world isnāt pulled toward them the way you are, but because it isnāt so, it makes those people that much more special.