It wasn’t the way he looked, but the way he held his head, slightly tilted, as if he was a dog who heard a unusual noise. His skin always shined; how it glistened in the different hues of life. How incredible it is, that one day you choose to see life in a whole new light. Life in its entirety, not just the “important things”, but the small, minute details of someone’s being. He continually captured my attention, as if I were a small child seeing fireflies. His light happened to shine in pure moments of our reality, and I couldn’t help but to stare and reach to grasp that infinitesimal oblivion that lie in front of me. But it’s when I saw his mind working. How you could almost hear the impulses transfer neuron to neuron. But, when asked, he would modestly decline thinking of any particular thought. The way his eyes are filled with everything, but his voice speaks humbly of nothing. How can we speak so much and say so little? I yearn for him to pour his reality into mine. We would mix like two galaxies in a cosmic dance. Two separate beings colliding into one; a beautiful disaster that is a once in a lifetime encounter. Why not lose control if that meant finding your heart in another’s eyes? Seeing your reflection in pure fascination? In moments when I see him, seeing through me, as if I am nothing. Those moments are most wonderful because he sees me for the jumbled mess of anatomy, strung together with good intentions, yet he still smiles like I’m flawless. And he continues to smiles because he knows that he, indeed, is losing himself to find me, while I do the same for him.