On the fence of intimidated and comfortable when around him, that is what I felt.
He is the type that says a million things without saying a word, encouraging without drowning your ears with the same old line.
Someone who provides all the happiness in the world, and little confusion.
It’s strange meeting someone like him, someone that understands and listens while you blabber on about your hometown. Then by some twist of fate he happens to know exactly what you’re talking about, because he resides there too.
Yet somehow you’ve never met, but feel as if you’ve known this person you’re whole life.
It’s strange how this works, and even stranger when you see he provides the same for multiple other girls, yet for whatever astounding reason, it still seems independent with you.
He’s not a bad guy, just a good guy with bad intention.
It’s fun to know a good guy, it’s nice to know they exist. But don’t fall too soon for them, for when the time comes it’ll be gone quick.