Aug 10, 2015
(…) he is wonderful. His eyes are galaxies telling me all the secrets he can keep. His dark brown hair is a curly poetry that even Shakespeare is jealous. Oh, and his smile. His smile is something that not even the Gods above could explain. It gives life to whats dead, it brings joy to whats sad. And him. He is somebody that you can’t help falling in love with. Every inch of him is perfect, from the bottom to the top. And no matter how many times I repeat it, he’ll never understand how much he is wonderful (to me).
What if he never knows about it?
