Cath had tried to write about Levi, she had, but she couldn't find the exact words to describe him.
It wasn't writers block because Cath knew what she wanted to say. She wanted to write about how soft his hair was, how it slipped through her fingers like water. How it contrasted with the coarse day old stubble on his jaw that she loved so much. She wanted to write about the smell of coffee beans and something else that always lingered in his hair, in his clothes.
She couldn't.
She wanted to write about his eyes, how clear they were. How they lit up when he looked at her. How they crinkled at the edges when he smiled. She wanted to write about how fuzzy everything went when he flashed her that smile. A proper smile, mind you, one that stretched right up to the lines in his marginally too big forehead, one that made his ears wiggle. A smile that made everyone around him instantly more at ease, made them smile back.
She couldn't.
She wanted to write about his kindness. Levi was kind to everyone. Everyone. Old men and babies and everyone in between. And Cath never got jealous... anymore. Because that was just Levi. He couldn't help being so lovely to everyone. It was in his nature to volunteer to help you move house or water your plants. He just couldn't help himself, so in turn, Cath just couldn't help herself when it came to him.
She couldn't.
Cath stopped trying to write about Levi. She knew she would never be able to capture the gangly ball of sunshine and coffee in a few insignificant words. She decided to spend time enjoying him instead, because Cath had never come across something she couldn't describe before and she wanted to make the most of it.