you ever look at the stupid boy you have a crush on when he's screaming along to his shitty music at 1 am and the windows are down and you keep reaching for his hand after every time he changes the song because you just don't ever want to stop touching him and he's letting you yell and cry about things that no one else ever listens to, not in the way that he does, and yeah he drinks too much on weekends and he just started therapy and he's so stubborn you think you might kill him some days but you're looking at him and you think...

yeah. this one.

with his brown eyes and his dark curly hair and his twice-broken nose and his scruffy beard and his hands and his obsession with dumb punk music. this one makes sense. out of all the others... this one.