juvenile eyebrows,
mole on his right cheek,
perfect beard line,
pure attention eyes,
deformed teeth,
freckles,
modesty,
grace,
contentment,
confused heart,
way of wearing his clothes,
relaxedness,
music skills,
obscenity,
hug,
way of smelling me,
good manners,
slender body,
charm
is all I can think about at my sparest moments.
.
.
.
No, I don't love him.
That's one thing I won't grow to do.
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