I find him disturbingly attractive…
The small scar under his right eye appears again when he is asleep.
When he is smiling or more often grimacing the scar is hidden between his wrinkles. I love that scar.
When he sleeps he is finally relaxed, sometimes he moves and it seems like his brain doesn't want him to relax even when he sleeps. I wonder what is preventing him from total abandon. He is clumsy and child-like when he moves in his sleep. I'd love to cuddle and cherish him but I'm too short to enclose his body into mine in a proper embrace.
He is tall, way taller than me. And he never bend his back to close the distance. He stands strait, his body relaxed, confident in his own skin, such a sharp contrast with his ever wondering mind.
Looking into those never still eyes the color of under-ripe corn I wonder what brought him here, what are his goals and desires, what lays at the bottom of his heart. To make it short, I'd love to learn his story.
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