He's the one with a big dirty backpack and creased clothes. His hair is messy with the touch of curly locks after surfing for days. Yet he wouldn't care to take a shower or grab a comb just because you say so.
Almost two years ago, I made a silent plea to never settle for less than what I deserve.
It started out with a certain goodbye leading to a fear of giving too much. Of finding comfort in another human's presence. Of getting lost after your own life got intertwined with theirs..