stranger, you mean the world to me.

he's got blue eyes, and he's tall, almost too tall but not quite. he's got dark dark spikey hair and this worn-in blue hoodie that probably has more stories than i do. he's got a slight sway to his walk which you probably wouldn't notice unless you watch him like i do ... sometimes from the third story window when i'm waiting for class to start ... and sometimes, smoking right next to me as i lean against the wall, waiting for a friend.

one day, i was walking back to my place with a friend. and it started to rain. "let's get the bus, wait under the shelter." i had a cold, and so i agreed. he and i stood under the shelter, turned in away from the wind. as i looked up to check for the bus, i saw him standing next to us. he saw the bus was crowded, and he made a small shrug and started walking. a man after my own heart, i would have kept walking too, not minding the rain if it weren't for my friend.

one day, he smiled at me, and i swear i had to hold onto the wall to keep my knees from collapsing under me.

and sometimes, i think, whoever is up there, above us, puts these weak-in-the-knees-hot boys down in front of me just to make my day better, just to get me to go to campus, just to smile at me after i had a ruthless day, just to keep me on my toes.