. . . bu t  i t 's him I want

His smile
His hair
His eyes
His body
His humor
The way he makes me laugh
The way he knows me
He knows when I'm sad
He knows how to cheer me up
He knows when to cheer me up
The nicknames he gives me
The joyful tears he makes me cry
The cheesy jokes he makes
The way he misses me, when he hasn't seen me in person

He makes me feel like someone special.
He makes me want to live each day, with him.
Falling asleep in his arms
Walking down the school halls next to him
and waking up by his side


If I could run away to him I would.