When I was a teenager I believed that I was in love with him. He was so mysterious and unique in his appearance, so dark and handsome.
Those heavy brows and lashes shadowing his tight, dark eyes. His sonorous voice and sinuous smile, hidden behind those plump lips. His awkward charm, his broad shoulders and thick throat. Oh, and that hair: his perpetual cowlick. The wispy sideburn curving softly against his draconian bone structure, like a feather on stone.
Damn. That’s a good lookin’ dude.
