Every inch of this boy. That pale skin, soft lips, and starry eyes. His cold touch but warm smile. Embraces me slowly in his arms, as he reassured I'll get pleasure from the butterflies. Cold like he was an ocean that I swear I already sink way too deep, touching the sea bed. Within those eyes who stared at me lovingly, awaken my unworthy heart throbs. For the sake of our laughs, our tears, and even our arguments. No one can put a price on my loyalty to him. I'd rather have him for five minutes than never. My world is this boy. My dearest one. My boy.