twntyfive

I'm stuck in this odd funk. I met a boy. A boy who drives me insane and crazy, a boy who has high walls and guards his heart, a boy who has me hooked and intrigued enough to be ridiculously patient and straight forward with how I feel and what I want. This is a boy who keeps his feelings a mystery and a boy who says things that always throw me off. I met a boy who has five tattoos and a collection of colorful frames. A boy who will watch movies with me at 12 am, who will play guitar and sing his own songs to me, and a boy whose birthday is two days before my brother's. 

He's different and different is always unforgettable. 

The difference between him and RJT is that while they're both different, one is out-going and one is an onion. The funny thing is that while they're both opposites from each other, they're also both opposites from me. With RJT, I was the quiet one and with this boy, he's the quiet one. I take that back. This boy is not exactly quiet, he's just a mystery: a mystery that I haven't quite decided if I want to solve.