It's beautiful when all of a sudden he smirks, finding meaning in things quicker than I ever can. I wish I could freeze that moment.
He's so witty and incandescently smart.
How is it that he never noticed when my eyes lingered a little longer than anyone else?
How I would freeze under his touch but only because getting what I want every time I saw him would overwhelm into immobility?
And how, for God's sake, did he ever see that every time we talked to each other, I could never either look at him, or get completely lost in his face, reading too much into every little thing?
It's beautiful, his ignorance.