boy crush

Him.

His hair.
His clothes.
His smell.
His eyes.
His jaw.
His posture.
His mysteriousness.
His quietness.
His loudness.
His competitiveness.
His loyalty.
His dreams.
His goals.
His hands.
His love.
His grasp.
His anger.
His tears.
His smile.
His laugh.
His jokes.
His walk.
His run.
His point of view.
His opinions.
His morals.
His weirdness.
His smartness.
His stubbornness.
His surprises.
His family.
His heart.
His soul.
Him.
Every aspect of him, I love.

“In that moment, as I listened to you talk, I realised it. It was never you I loved. It was the illusion of us I had created in my head”

-I’m holding on to an illusion // L. A.