Him

What can I tell you about him that maybe hasn't been said in some cheesy song. How can I describe him without sounding like I'm gushing over him like some giddy school girl.

He is sweet but aloof. Funny but introverted. Caring but deeply shy and private. At times he both fascinates and frustrates me. Maybe that's part of my attraction to him. Trying to dig away the layers to find the beauty hidden within. 

We are nothing but something. Something truly beautiful and magical. Something out of a twisted fairytale that has so many unexpected turns. He makes me feel like a princess and like a lonely child trying to desperately to reach her lost toy all in one. 

He thinks he takes advantage of me when I do nice things for him and yet he doesn't know I could never repay him for all the things he's done for me. He's changed my life in so many good and positive ways. 

Here in this city I dreamed to live in I felt alone but going home was never an option. For me there is no home. He shows me this city and I am enthralled and excited. Finally I found a place to rest my head and not feel so alone and lost in this world.

I'm not perfect. Around people my anxiety is overwhelming. I can be very emotional and sensitive. But even in my most anxious fretful times even when I am the saddest and most heartbroken he knows how to calm and console me. He doesn't know all he's done for me but no mere words could ever thank him.

It is when he is hurting and lashing out the most I want to make the world stop for him and pluck the stars from the sky to make him smile. He deserves happiness and love and compassion and understanding and patience. Stability peace joy affection adoration motivation support encouragement. Each day I wake up I try to bring that to his life for all that he has done to improve mine. 

He worries about a future I try not to predict or envision. I try to just enjoy him for who he is every single day I am blessed to be a part of his life. He is my friend my confidant meu xodó and a very important and amazing part of my life. He makes me happier than I've ever been or ever thought I could be and for as long as he let's me I will try to make him feel the same way. 

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