You should see his smile, his arms are bigger, but his smile...it's almost the same.
The first time I talked to him he told me about his cats, his parents divorce and some of his drained hopes.
Do you remember the first time that we talked?
If you can recall that time, you'll remember it didn't go otherwise. Almost the same words, some smiles. Sparkles of something we wouldn't dare to call love, not even after our ship boarded time. He changed his street to talk to me, he thinks I don't know, but you taught me so. I don't look for you in other people, but I seem to see you in them all. Like when you lose your keys and you mindlessly find them. It freeze me, everytime. I can't stand your haircut, your weird laugh, your scars on anyone else. But his smile.
You should see it, maybe I could stay for that.

© khloè