You see he was walking poetry.
Dark Brown eyes like freshly brewed coffee he smelt good. Like coffee his scent awoke my senses though freshly brewed coffee is bitter his eyes were sweet.
A stride that stepped over obstacles he faced in a life time of battles scars tucked away so when he walks,
He holds his head high so the sight of them doesn't give him altitude sickness,
Gentle smile that broke a fake one to be a shaky one because his generosity was unstoppable,
She..was shy. Full of enough doubt to cause a drought on a sea of curiosity.
He..K-Oed her N-O before she stepped in a ring with self-doubt so she could only say "Yes I can"
Instead of "No I can't"
She couldn't rant because he said,
"Shut up big head" Patted her head and instead carried on into a conversation as if she was normal,
Was he normal?
No. Because she had to remind herself he has demons to fight too! But instead of just fighting his battles and watching you lose hers,
He helped her become strong in a weakness that he was strong in,
She trained him in a blind spot that she had sight on,
So instead of being alone they joined teams helped one another redeem that part that seemed stolen..
And while her eyes are swollen from freshly fallen tears he talks to her in a normal voice,
As if she was normal,
As if he was normal,
As if he wasn't walking poetry..
