paolo

Lately I’ve been dreaming of having a boyfriend like him.
He doesn’t smile a lot but when he does, it’s so easy, happy and bright that it hurts to look at his smile.
He doesn’t say a lot and when he does, it’s most of the time inconsequential nonsense.
He doesn’t seem to care about anything or pay me much attention but he notices. He just doesn’t do anything, but he knows.
He doesn’t care what school I went to, what I’ve achieved, how smart or well-dressed or well-spoken I am. But he always lets me speak as slowly as I want to, and I feel like he listen as if every word is a tune he would craft into a song.
He walks slowly and looks at the world. He doesn’t care if he’s late.
He likes to travel. He’ll go somewhere even if I can’t and he lets me go as well. He leaves all the time, and he comes back all the time, and he’ll tell me everything I want, but not more than I’m interested to hear. I imagine his smile grows broader and easier, his hair messier and his eyes sparklier every time he comes back.
Every other girl thinks he’s somewhat sexy but he looks only for me in a crowded room and put his arm around only my waist.
When I cry he gets sad too.
When I want to be left alone he leaves me alone.