feelingroovy
I can never seem to look you in the eyes. You can see right through me; you can see the embarrassing fantasies I've dreamed up and played out in my head over and over. I avoid your piercing stare at all costs, but all I really want is for you to persist.
He had one small freckle to the left of his nose. His nose was bent and a little shiny but it complimented his lovely lips. They were perfectly shaped with a neat cupid's bow resting on top, right below his philtrum. His eyes were almond shaped and a spectacular blue/green colour that reminded me a bit of the teal shade my sister had recently dyed her hair. His hair was a bit too long and, I imagine, obstructed his view quite a bit. It was a nice shade of blonde. I thought vaguely of the wheat grass that billowed in the summer near the high school. His cheek bones were prominent and looked a bit harsh next to his silly nose and cherub lips. They were almost as harsh as his thick eyebrows. Comparing them to caterpillars would be too obvious, but I'm almost certain it is the perfect doppleganger.