CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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" I always liked straight, waistlong or even longer hair, but yours is curly and not even shoulder length, so why do I like it? " The first question flows out of my mouth and he sighs hard, looking at me like all he wished for right now it's to give me an answer, help me go back to normal, see me happy.
" I don’t know, Calvin… I wish I knew... " He trails off in a small voice laced with guilt. Guilt that he can't help me, guilt that from his point of view it’s his fault, but it’s not, and I'll make sure that he knows that.
But first ... my eyes wander further down to his magnificent azure eyes, and my hand as well, and before I know it, I'm carressing his black eyebrows.
" Your eyes are magical. I’ve never lost
