There he stood. He idled there, watching the setting sun. Colors of  pastel purple, pink, and soft orange painted across the sky. My heart raced and hugged me tight as I stood and observed and took in his beauty. The sky reflecting off his grey, ocean eyes.

He removed his eyes from the scenery to look at me. His delicate lips formed a smile that he wore from ear to ear.
How my heart raced. It could practically jump from my chest and run to hug him, or even explode.

I'm pretty sure it is unhealthy for my heart to be beating this fast, as well as the shortage of air that I could breathe right now. I've known him for only a few short days, but those days were the most life-changing and blessing days I've ever had. This boy is something else. The way he looks at the world and its problems, how he looks at people and their problems - not including mine; a whole other level - with such care and consideration. His patience to sit and look at the world; observe it to understand them.

I remember first showing him this place. A hill in which hovers over the small town. This small broken town has its beauties and spots, as I've learned throughout my time of living here. The people are all monotonous and tedious with there lives. That is until this young man waltzed in with a skip in his step and a smile on his face that he brought for the world - though, I'm selfish and want it all to myself.

It's as if he has no problems. His life must be perfect. Unlike mine and most others. I must sound so selfish and rude, as there are others who have possible worst lives, but I can't help to just complain. That is all I am good for as a teenager.

Like said, when I first showed him this place, he laughed. I gave him a quizzical look. I remember his exact words being, "I didn't expect the romantic type from you."

Romantic? I didn't think how prepared and well planned out I did everything at the time and so precise. I was blushing to the tip of my nose, I recall. My voice cracked as I repeatedly coughed and attempted to clear it. Although, when the time came for the sun to once again set behind the buildings of the town, his eyes were glued and glassy. I smiled, uncontrollably, almost as an instinct or demand, I smiled. I couldn't stop. His purity and kindness, his tear clouded eyes welling.

Ever since, we'd come here after school. I didn't mind, even if it was silent for most or just playful banter. Being with him made my stomach flip. I didn't mind it. Not at all.

Today felt somehow special. Hell, he was special. Losing track of my train of thought, I see him signaling me over. I shrug and glance at the ground as I walk to him. He reaches down and grabs my hand, using his other to point. He inhales and begins to say something.

"Do you see this?" He asks.

I snicker a bit, still flustered by the fact that he is holding my hand.

"Well, yeah I'm not blind. I see it everyday. I come here everyday." I say, nonchalantly, when my heart on the inside continued to thump louder and faster, I'm for sure someone could use it in their next freestyle rap.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
"No," he groans like a child, "do you see it?"

I don't understand what he's saying as he tries to emphasize and clear it more, only making me more confused.

"No matter how you say it, I'm still lost." I chuckle at his sudden impatience, only to be silly.

He sighs and returns to his serious stare at the scene.

"What I mean is, do you see the purity of the world? It's when it truly shines. Just think, the clouds are like us as people. If there is a storm, no matter how long it may be, no matter how dark or how much damage it may cause, there'll always somehow- somewhere- be a clearing, a calming, a rainbow, a simplicity. Something to help stop the storm," he says passionately in the beginning, but continues softer, his eyes landing on each part of the town, "What I'm trying to say is, whatever storm we have in our life, we have to find a clearing, there is a clearing, you just have to reach for it. And if that requires help, you'll have someone. And.. Dan.. I want to be there for you forever. I want to be there for everyone. I know not everyone deserves it as you said, but-" he stops and begins to choke up.

He squeezes my hand and uses his free arm to wipe his tears. I felt the wind fly through my hair and flush my face. There was more to this boy than meets the eye. His words so passionate and fragile. It's as if he's trying to get somewhere but can't finish. He knows he can though, he just hasn't found the finish himself. How can I tell that just by the way his body shakes and squeezes me, the tears in his eyes, yet the smile that curls on his face.

Our eyes meet for a moment as I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

I felt my heart slow down as he stares back at me. There is silence as he tilts his head down, all that we can hear is the whistling of the wind that swirls and dances through my clothes and hair.

I watched as a tear fell from his cheek to the ground. I removed my hand from his and placed it on his cheek, carefully moving it up to look at me. We gently touch foreheads and our bodies get closer. He moves his head to the crook of my neck. My heart begins to quicken again with my breathing as his arms wrap tightly around me. I hold him as he grips onto me. He isn't crying..

Philip Lester.. what is it you are hiding from the world? From me? Is it to just please the world and myself?