You have the sweetest smile, sometimes dazzling and handsome, sometimes cute and endearing, always warm and lovely, paired with a nod or a raise of your eyebrows to greet me or share a moment or show we’re having fun. You have the strongest hands, with which you offered me fruit snacks with which you hold the door for everyone with which you draw the bow across the tiny violin so powerfully and tenderly. You have the softest heart, always looking out for me willing to thank and compliment humble and unafraid to connect even with those not like you despite having every reason to brag. I think you’re perfect. I wish I could hug your tall figure hold your big hands kiss the glittery waves of brown that sweep across your forehead caress your rosy cheeks and convey all this to you. I never want to hurt you. I see you seated there, dressed in white my first thought is “precious” and I wish that everyone would see you like I do. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ writing by me image found online (i just wanted something so it wouldn't feel so empty)
