Pierre.

Pierre is in my French class, hence the codename Pierre. He's tall and has dark, curly hair. But the very best bit of Pierre's looks is definitely his eyes.
     These eyes are exactly the color of the ocean in Massachusetts on a sunny day, the color that I lived with for eleven years. This is the one color that you can't reproduce, because it's not simply a color, it's a certain degree of light and shimmer and most of all, depth. I've missed this color ever since I moved to this rather rural inland area. I haven't seen the ocean in two or three years, and I miss it so badly! I used to hear the sounds of waves on the beach when I was falling asleep, windows open, in the summer. But it's the color I missed, the way you could simply look at the sea, know you could be hurt in so many ways- horseshoe crabs, jellyfish, riptide- and jump in anyways, laughing. And I can see that color in his eyes!
     Words really can't describe how happy this makes me. Looking at his eyes (not into them, since I don't want him to know I'm looking at him) makes me feel a bit more at home here in this forest. It's comforting. I feel a bit less alone now that I know I'll be able to see a little piece of home every day in him. Plus, the fact that he's incredibly hot doesn't make me want to look away and turn red. He's shy- much shyer than me- and it's cute when I catch him looking at me and he looks away. Maybe his eyes were just wandering, maybe he was looking at me on purpose. I still like it.
   I'm outgoing, and he's not. But I'm very shy with my real feelings. I have to be really comfortable with a guy- as in know him for years- to feel at all comfortable making the first move, and when a friend catches me watching someone and realizes why, I turn bright red. I hate being so transparent with who I'm attracted too, it's so easy to tell who I like even if I try to keep it a secret.

Tessellated,
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