He felt like everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever accidentally wished for, accidentally because I was never really made to feel like I deserved anything, right?
But I’d like to think I deserve him,
his kindness, his clobbering hugs in the morning, his overthinking when I’m not near him , his hair when it falls on his breath taking eyes and his loud uncontrollable laugh because he knows sadness all too well.
I fell in love with him, because there was no way I couldn’t,
no way I could let him down, no way I could dim the light in his eyes when they lit up looking at my face. I fell in love with how gently his hands moved through my hair while he held me mesmerised in his gaze. I fell in love with how his face never settled into those hard lines I was so used to seeing on my father’s, no matter how difficult life would become.
But what I really think I fell for was how he would say ‘I like you’ every time he wanted to say ‘I love you’ and how even his unsaid, I could always understand.
the paperback badass 