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.
