found via jamwee
On the surface he was flawless, untouched and completely perfect with a milky overtone that made your legs tingle. That was the kind of description he asked for whenever someone came across him. I saw him once, very miraculously, well luckily, and paused for a full nine seconds. It was a stop and stare kind of beauty, where I glazed my hand over the surface of his photograph and dreamt that there was more to him than skin.
