how can I explain him? he is sunshine on a rainy day. he is singing along to bad songs with your head tilted back, singing until your throat hurts and your ears ring. he's poetry, he's music, he is saying things at the same time as someone because you know them that well. he is weird thumbs and silent, painful laughter, he is do-you-like-me-check-yes-or-no. he's a best friend, a brother, but he's also me blushing behind my clasped hands. he's the hearts drawn in sharpie on my palm, he's swearing in french and he speaks to me with his eyebrows because we both know what I'm thinking. we act like old ladies gossiping or five year olds kicking each others legs under the table. (those are bruises i don't mind having.) he is the hairs on my arms raising when he brushes past me, he's a hug on a terrible day, he's the way it feels to finally come home after a long time away. he's dust in the sunlight and playing the piano and he has stupid hair and little freckles on his neck that i want to kiss sometimes.
he's everything.