fuck, I'm in love.

He’s perfect. His eyes are of a mild warm brown. His hair reminds me of the waves in the ocean. His long arms protect me like I’m the most valuable thing in the whole world, and his smile alone can make me go to the moon and come back, touch the bottom of the deepest ocean, His awkwardness reminds me that I’m not alone in this crazy messed up world and his laugh can make the worst of the days light up. And when he’s close to me and I feel his breath my heart races, and the butterflies I feel when I’m around him turn into wasps. And that’s when I realize that I need to go away. Because I fell in love with him and I can’t. Why? Because he’s perfect.