Bright green... the color of those legos that kids play with, you know, the huge ones. That color. Snugly fitted across broad shoulders, but not too tightly. You can see the contours of his arms, which are firm and toned but not bulky... compact. It bunches around his mid-section showing how thin he is, thin yet muscled, perfect. The color against his skin... it makes him look tanner, his black hair lays in silky locks against his forehead, like someone cut into the fabric of the universe and there is a hole showing endless black, black you can fall into, you can get lost in. His lips slightly pursed, perfect teeth chewing on his lip. Hand in pockets of distressed lightwash jeans. His backpack is firmly on his shoulders. His jeans aren't sagged like most guys... thank god. His eyes look lost in thought, leaving chocolate trails wherever they look. Nikes, the older kind, classic, are on his feet. There is a little spot of white on his shirt, numbers, it's from Hollister or AE or something... It is slightly ed at the top, leaving a stye flair that no american guy can adequately acheive. It makes the perfect picture... "What are you looking at?" my friend asks me. I shake my head and look away, looking away from my happiness. Is this love? Is this what love feels like?