This is one of my character analysis pieces.
He’s Just this Boy…
He had massive hands. They made women feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. His arms and chest were large. They allowed his shirts to cascade over his body, showing him off just enough to make you want to know what was hiding underneath. Temptation coats his being. It coats his wide lips. It was either barefoot or boots, nothing in the middle. He said that boots last longer; that was his reason. He had a smile that, though it had some devilish spice, it also spilled innocence. His eyes have as many personalities as his soul: changing colors consistently. He’s memorable, to say the least. His build is wide, and his aura attracts me. I want to know him, know more about him. He’s the person that will insult you, but if you’d pay any attention, you’d find a compliment standing behind the sheer curtain of a mock insult. His heart is innocent and loving, both a child’s heart and a widower’s heart. But he never notices that. He fakes thick skin, but his soft heart is easy to touch. He’s not as tough as he looks; it’s a façade. I know he’s sensitive. His eyes scream it. He’s wanted to hurt himself and he’s wanted to die. He’s tried to… He says, “They all know me,” “everyone knows I…”. Does anyone know you? He’s done things he’s not proud of. He’d never admit it, but I know the regret is there. He’s always telling me not to judge him. I never am. Maybe I’m just thinking, “Wow, he’s incredible.” That doesn’t go through his head. He’s too modest. His build is wide and his aura attracts me. I want to know him, know more about him. He’s lost someone. You can tell it too. No one needs to tell you; its written on him, etched into his history. He has a broken heart, a heart that tries not to fall. Let it fall. One day, his broken heart will carry him away, take him to his islands, to his future. He will have a gorgeous woman on his arm, a gorgeous woman who loves him and his every detail. And he will become a proud man with a long life.
