His eyes were full of thoughts, as vast as the baby blue sky in his eyes. Knowledge. Questions. Hopes. Pains. Dreams. More questions. Mistakes. Love for God. Faith. I had never been so intrigued. I was afraid of approaching him so I settled on grasping to uncover the mysteries of his character through others—siblings, mutual friends, proximity. I learned good things. I learned bad things. But that didn’t scare me; I was willing to embrace it all. What I was afraid of was his curiosity in the complexity in my own thoughts—my good and my bad. I just think of all the conversations and banter and debates we could’ve shared if I had been brave enough to reciprocate his approach. He was a specimen I would’ve loved to pick it apart, uncover the beauty that lay within. I’ve liked guys before, but they never struck me as something beautiful. I genuinely admired the soul in his being.