the newly washed smell of his sweatshirts that hang
loosely
on his boyish figure
the delicate softness of his touch that shoots
electric
bolts
through your entire body

the golden brown strands of his hair that sway so innocently
you will always love him


when the palm of your hand meets the flat of his chest through his navy tee
when his arms encircle you in a jungle of warmness
keeping you safe f o r e v e r
when his tender, low voice echoes within your thoughts
you will always love him

when your eyes trace over his vulnerable lips

the ones that are ironically

untouchable
the ones that you long to taste the kiss of

you will always love him

he’s the boy who makes you crazy

he’s the boy who won’t leave your mind


he’s the boy who will n e v e r know



these secrets.