I fell in love with his hands on his guitar 

The sound of sharp drums rocking my ears

And there was him

And me 

And he may never love me

But that's okay. Because I have now. For now he is mine. 

You feel a lit shock 

So don't try and deny it when you're sober 

Also his face. Soft, babyish. It's the innocence that's left. 

And when he says follow me you know you will 

You always will. 

And when he brags, maybe that's not him because cocky. He just needs it to feel better. Why would you take away that descent feelings?

It's even more beautiful when he closes his eyes because he's lost in his thoughts. Which is amazing because he never wants to be caught in her thoughts.