He has kind eyes. The sort of eyes that you can look into;
the sort of smile you can believe. His confidence masks his
shyness, but it is the latter more than the former.
His laugh is a throaty chuckle, skipping from his lungs
in a happy occasion that warms the air and settles my nerves.
Saturday, February 04, 2012
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