He is a friend to strangers, and a stranger to friends, but for a select few. And he likes it that way.
He spends most of his time inside his own head, trying to fix the world... I think he might actually do it one day.
He's smart, intellectual in a way all his own. It drives people crazy. And it draws them to him, though no one has ever been able to figure out why.
He talks to himself constantly, a new dilemma turning the gears of his mind. At any moment, he could decide he needs help with it and ask you a question you can't possibly understand.
He listens, better than most. It's part of his intrinsic desire to 'figure out' the human condition, but it's always nice to know his attention's only on you.
He has no sense of self-discipline, and it infuriates me, because things always seem to work out for him anyway.
He loves his family. He carries their every problem with him wherever he goes. It's endearing, but he wouldn't know it. It's who he is.
He's torturously charming, brilliantly quick-witted.
He dreams of an ethical world, not a perfect one. He'll learn everything he can to make it so.
He's unfailingly determined, repeatedly impulsive, and recklessly optimistic.
He has impossibly blue eyes.
And I love him.
How can I ask him to live with this forever?
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this is amazing. reminds me of people i know. love it.
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