you in her.

when he secretly stared at her,
she hoped he gives her butterflies ...
she hoped he was you.

when he threw compliments,
she wished you were there
smiling proudly at her.

when he made jokes,
she knew you could make her laugh harder
without even trying to impress her.

when she caught his eyes,
she was thinking of how small
your eyes were when you smiled.

when he told her his stories,
she missed the story of the ocean,
and the ones you left behind.

when he stood close,
she imagined you -
and she took all of you in ... with her eyes closed.

when he told her his secret,
she told him she missed you -
and she hoped that you miss her too.

versus.

she's a morning person. every single day she wakes up with a smile brighter than the morning sun itself. she's a dreamer; she resets the reality of yesterdays - and she makes today a brand new day for her brand new dream.

he's not a morning person. he eats stupid people in the morning after he gives them his signature morning death stares. he doesn't reset the past - and he never think he can. he steps out of the house every morning with a pair of heavy shoulders, sets low expectations and walks cautiously ... afraid of the harshness of life. he doesn't talk about dreams in the morning.

she's not an evening person, he is. towards the end of each day, he's thankful he survived. she's on the other end sulks as she sees her dreams come undone.