It’s the idea of him that melts your heart, and the way he looks at you that breaks it.
It’s that cold dead stare that pierces you, and the warm smiles and giggles that caresses you.
It’s the stories of nostalgia, of fictional characters and real. It’s lovely to hear about his unique perspectives, still.
It’s his carefree attitude and his carelessness. It’s something about his rumpled hair that puts you in state of mess.
It’s the way he dismisses your long-term absence, and his effortlessness to make you feel present in the moment.
It’s the hurt that makes you stay, and your friendship that makes you go away.
(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)