the best of you.
you're beautiful. & in the simplest of ways.
he cant dress himself. & his hair is always a mess.
he was laying on his back on a bench outside of school, dont ask me why.
his head was lifted enough so that he could see me. the sun was in his eyes so he was using his hand as a shield & he was squinting.
when i looked over at him he smiled.
& it took more self control than i thought i had not to jump him and/or ask him to marry me.