I have a friend who doesn’t see the appeal of liking men/guys, and honestly it baffles me. Yes, I see what you don’t like. But how can you not see his beauty? The bumps and trails of hair on his skin, the way the back of his neck fits so perfectly in the palm of my hand, being able to hold him and his scent. He smells like what it feels like when the rain passes. There something about his face, that just makes sense. I see him. His eyes, the way he can smile with his eyes without trying. Hearing his voice say my name like it’s something he has always longed for. His laughter, his smile, his heart. Never ceases to make me feel higher than the moon.