He's the kinda guy you write poetry about.
He's the kinda guy you vowed never to fall for, but unbeknownst to you, you're already smitten the first time he smiles;
He's the kinda guy you spend an entire night talking about your teenage times.
He's the kinda guy you who fits in all your #relatable and #goals posts;
He's the kinda guy you dance with in the morning in your PJ's, while making toast.
He's the kinda guy whose chasmic eyes make you wonder about every cosmic secret they might hold;
He's the kinda guy who flirts with you every chance he gets, but after a long night, also leaves you with a chaste kiss at your apartment door.
He's the kinda guy whose bed hair makes your heart skip a beat, no matter how many times you’ve seen it;
He's the kinda guy who knows who your favourite member in a boyband is.
He's the kinda guy whose hoodies you steal to feel his presence around you for forever and a day;
He's the kinda guy with whom you snuggle in a blanket while stargazing and giggling over his silly tales.
He's the kinda guy who skips a football game and holds you close after you've had a bad work day;
He's the kinda guy who cuddles you every time you have an anxiety pain.
He's the kinda guy whose hand you wanna hold while strolling barefoot along a beach;
He's the kinda guy in whose eyes you see your fate and doom gleam.
He's the kinda guy your parents warned you about, but you still end up falling for his charms and villains;
He's the kinda guy who you know will shatter your heart, but you still love him as he's your hell and the heavens.
He's the kinda guy with whom you see red while fighting;
He's the kinda guy who’s the reason you're crying and clutching your heart at midnight.
He's the kinda guy who crushes your entire cosmos the moment he slams that kitchen door;
He's the kinda guy whose voice you seek in a tranquil library and a deafening abode.
He's the kinda guy whose months of memories you’re enamoured with after hearing a single word;
He's the kinda guy whose favourite dessert you recall when you're on a date with another soul.
He's the kinda guy you tell your daughter stories about because even if your universe once crumbled to an abyss, he was still the best thing that ever happened to you;
He's the kinda guy you fall in love with, to never truly get over and quell as your muse.
He's the kinda guy whose secrets you hold in the attic of your heart forever, because he's the kinda guy you write poetry about.
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