You love it, we love it. And quite understandably, too, as there is a lot to like. Enough of it to go around, you might say. An endless supply. Total abundance. The lion's share, but for everyone. Because each and every day it's still there, a little different each time: sometimes grey and bland, sometimes fiery orange, sometimes deep navy, sometimes salmon and swirling, something rainy and drab. It has one job, very simple, and it does it very well. Very reliably. Like a big clockwork blanket. Let's give it up for #the color of the sky.
you can always hear him before you see him. or should i say feel?
you feel his hand expertly sliding across your waist and pulling you against him as he brushes his lips behind your ear, trailing down your jaw before eventually ending on your lips. his scent dancing into your senses, his breath warm against your throat unlike the cold. your chest rising and falling, beating rapidly into a rhythm that you swear was screaming out his name.
Leo. Leo. Leo.
but it ended all too soon, his grasp slipping away faster than a blink, pulling away from your lips. and all he gave you then was that smug grin that told you he knew what he just did. he made you want more, and he's not going to give it to you.
that little glint in his eye. it makes you roll your eyes thinking about it, thinking about him. watching as he runs off with his skateboard. him and his stupid, smug grin. stupidly endearing, stupidly attractive, stupidly... his.
and that stupid feeling you get when you really look at him. the feeling in your chest, rushing throughout your whole body, all the way underneath the surface of your skin, into your veins, in between every last aching breath from your lungs.
and it's one look. that's all it really takes. one look at him, and these emotions take you over. it's one look, and suddenly the world isn't so silent. it's not so dark, not so lonely. it's not just you anymore. he's there now. he's here even if he's not physically.
and my God, it's that one look, the one where his eyes make you feel like you're the only person in the damn world that matters, and you fall in love with him, again and again.