prestently listening to:

intentions to:

soberity level:

what is it about him?

his eyes. hazel, brown with a whisper of green. like a secret. like maybe if it looked deep enough, i'd find what looks lost. the sparkle, the gleam.

his smile. the way i can't help but smile when i see it. the way his face lites up, bulids to a smile. its like a present, every time, and i'll think my checks will burst. the way his eyes twinkle when he smiles.

his careing. the way he'll call to say hello, ask how my day has been. when i least expect it, always. the way that makes my day. the tone he uses when he says "hi pink" over the phone, or the way he'll say my name when we say good bye, "bye kristen". he askes if somethings wrong, not because hes a boyfriend playing by the rules, but because he actually cares.

his comfort. the way he always makes me feel welcome in his home. the fact that he'll ask if i'm coming by, because he'd like me to.

the fact that there was something wierd, not good between us the last week and he felt it same as i did. and tonight, tispy drunk or not, he laid it out because he nor i liked that funk. the fact that we hugged when the issue was adressed and dismissed.

thats what.

hes my object of loyality, lust, and friendship. object, intangible object.

and it is right this way.

that is why.