Hey, I'm X. I am just your normal college guy...well, not so much. I am 19, straight edge, and I am a huge romantic. Sometimes I feel taken for granted, but I love God, my friends, my family, and I keep going. Don't be afraid to ask me anything (I happen to be good at giving advice). I'm not perfect, but who is?
Her eyes; They are an abyss. I step into her soul and fall off in to some type of vertigo. Falling, falling, immersed in colors so rich and streaks so bright. The way her hair is also perfect, whether pulled close to her scalp and back in a tail or falling so gingerly across her sun-kissed face. The way the light hits her skin, so soft and smooth, standing out from the background, yet shaded to fall into the shadows. When her lips draw back and reveal her smile, the whole room brightens up. I cannot help but envy her passions, for they always see her laugh. To hear her voice, oh what wonderful days those are. The way she can talk about nothing, and do it so eloquently, only to switch to language so beautiful. The way words come off her tongue and the way she manipulates the emotion of her tone; both stir inside me a feeling of comfort. I wish I could look into her eyes for days on end, just so I could forget the world and be wrapped in her sensation.
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet