He has this intense way of looking at people when he talks to them, like he’s seeing through their skin and into what’s beyond it. And he looks at me like that, but I don’t know if it’s for me or that’s just what he does to everyone but it shakes me right down to the bone.
He’s so into music and these incredible bands and he made me a mix-tape and drove it over to my house once.
When I talk to him, sometimes we just look at each other for a few seconds without saying anything at all, like we can tell what the other is thinking, and then he’ll laugh a little bit and we start talking again; the connection is broken.
He always touches me when he wants to talk to me, these little touches like fire or licks of flame, takes my wrist and holds it while he talks to me.
After he drove me back to my house, I got out of the car and he stopped and grabbed my hand and just held it and we smiled at each other, and then I left.
And I don’t really know what else to tell you about him except that this feeling cuts me to the core.