The light hits him in just the right way, softens his face, highlights his shoulders, and brightens his smile. That smile that is wide and brilliant, those eyes that brim with something indescribable that means you can’t look away. It’s hard not to look at him like you’re looking at him now, he’s leaning on the pool table watching other people take their shots, casual, pole in one hand. You look at him like he’s the only thing in the room, like he’s the only thing that ever mattered to you, like maybe he’ll feel how much you love him right now, in this instant that you look at him.
He looks up, catches you and gives you that secret smile, hooked up at the edge, eyes twinkling. My god, you love him. It almost hurts and constricts your chest but there’s this blooming of something, unfurling and spreading. It’s warm and happy, like you want to grin all day and laugh about nothing. Like you want to kiss him all the time and hold hands and dance in the wind smiling at each other over the noise and chaos of the world.