Sometimes, if I look closely, I can still see him. 

His eyes, delicate and strong, telling stories with every blink.

And his smile...that gummy smile of his, a breath of fresh air in midsummer. It's warm but it's not the kind you loathe for being too ardent.

I like everything about him. He is sturdy yet clumsy. With a physique like his, you'll never imagine that clumsiness is a part of his charm. He is clever yet humble. Sometimes, I hate him for being a smart mouth but he never crossed the line nor chose to show off. He is self-loving yet considerate. He knows what he wants and I admire him for that, but he was never not cautious with his actions or words. Delicate words always come out of his mouth that makes me wonder if it is really his words or his lips that make it so beautiful. To sum it up, he is imperfect and humane.

But the thing is...I don't even know him, or if he exists.