crazy-eyed.

He stood there
holding some unimportant conversation
with my dad
on the day I met him,
looking like any other guy,
only a million times better.
How long I stared
and whether the shaking
of my hands was noticeable,
I’m not really sure.
But I do know he made me smile
from the first hello.
It’s those times he drives me the craziest,
when he isn’t trying.

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