The way he comforts me when I cry about life, the look in his eyes when he watches me and I can see him staring from the corner of my eyes, the long hours we spend just kissing and never going beyond that while the world stands still for that period, how he never compliments me but notices every thread and pattern on my clothes and teases me about my big head, how he rubs my head and tells me I’m special. This feeling is strange and foreign but I’m scared to get hurt and eventually lose everything because that’s the story of my life, nothing lasts forever.