Galaxy

I don't know if it's the way he air plays every instrument to any song within a 20 second time span, or if it's how he readjusts his hat every seven minutes, or if it's the feeling that rushes over me when he hugs me and refuses to let go until at least 30 seconds have passed but god am I glad to know him.

And I don't know if it was the thirteen second low in our conversation that made me realize that I had not problem with standing in silence as long as I'm in his presence but let me tell you if relive that thirteen seconds over and over again if it meant I got to see his smile every day.

And I don't know what word you would use to describe the way he makes me feel but it's kind of like that video of the cat playing chopsticks... Odd, yet I can't help but smile when I see it, and I didn't know I needed it until it came into my life. And I don't know what's worse the fact that it took me three years to tell him everything I love about him, or the fact that these things go unnoticed.

I've had plenty friends comment on how cute he is and yes I've noticed that he's attractive, but did you notice how his voice raises half an option when he smiles as he talks. Or how he doesn't stay still he sways as he stands or walks pacing back and forth when he's nervous,or did you just see how his performance on stage was flawless.

You see too much is going unnoticed. Those things you don't pay attention to are the reasons I loose focus on everything around me, because who would want to focus on a familiar surrounding when you could stare straight into the face of the galaxy.

He is the milky way and his complexity has me spiraling out of control. You could pin point consolations with the places my eyes shift to avoid contact with his. Because the moment I look into his eyes I'm lost. His voice echoing in my head is the only reminder that I'm still on earth. He has a bright future and a firey spirit that the sun can't compare to. And his smile gets my heard spinning like Saturn's rings.

He is an extraterrestrial mystery, the details of him are drawing me in constantly. Yet I'm so far away from knowing everything about him it's as if I'm on Pluto and he's on Mercury. But the distance doesn't keep the thought of him from driving me crazy. And if you couldn't tell by the way I speak of him, he's more than my world he's my galaxy.

I don't know what word you could use to describe the way he makes me feel, or what makes me feel this way about him... Maybe it's the way he air plays every instrument to any song within a twenty second time span, or maybe it's the way he readjusts his hat every seven minutes, or if it's simply the way he hugs me and refuses to let go until at least thirty seconds has passed. All I know is that I'm glad that I know him.

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