His eyes.

I always noticed his eyes first. They are so full of passion and caring you can't help but melt inside them. They crash into you like waves crashing on the shore and pulling you into the sea.

His smile.

I notice his smile second. Always the same, happy. When he's smiling, you want to smile also. I can't help but smile at him when he looks at me. I hate when there isn't a smile present on his face. It usually means I've done something wrong in his mind, which I hate. I don't want to make him sad. Ever.

His hands.

They're third on my list of things to notice about the brown haired boy. They're bigger than mine, and stronger. Whenever I look at his hands I think about the way he uses them to caress the piano, making smooth melodies drift into the air. I remember his hand on mine when showing me how to play the guitar. I strive for those moments.

His laugh.

Oh his laugh. It's a cute one. He tries to hide it, but I love it. It's so natural and once again means he's happy. He laughs at the smallest things sometimes. One time he started laughing at me tickling Jude. That was one of the first times I've heard his real laugh. After that I couldn't help but want to hear it again.

His passion.

Okay maybe you can't really see it or hear it, but you know its there. His passion for music, his passion for his family and his passion for life. I can't help but get wrapped up in it. When I see him smiling with his family, I think about when I get older, and life gets better and how one day I'll be just like this. Only when his passion is showing do I ever think like this.

His love.

He loves whole-heartedly. He loves his sisters and brothers. He loves his music. And unlike most men, he doesn't hide it. He shows it off for everyone to see. He's proud of the people around him. He trusts them. He loves them. I only wish I could be like him one day.

Him.

I notice him. All of him and everything he is and represents. He's what some may call perfect, but I wouldn't call him that. I know he may not have as hard of a life as I have had. But I know he's struggled with his parents divorcing, others making fun of his two moms and having to be exactly what others what. He's not perfect, but who is? He's amazing in his own way.