he is beautiful, and yes i know that term is not supposed to be used in regards to males, but good god his smile makes me feel like i am a forest fire, and his eyes are the sun to my rainy days. no, he isn't mine, but every time he sees me and smiles, my problems start to seem minuscule. maybe its nothing to him, but it is everything to me. he is a sense of comfort and togetherness that makes me feel whole. yes, i have been told that making homes out of people is wrong, but i cant help but feel like i belong in the living room that is his heart. i'm hoping the eviction notice i'm expecting, never gets delivered.