Some boys chase attention.
This one builds worlds in the spaces between heartbeats πποΈ.
Worlds where silence hums π
where every wave carries a secret,
and every horizon whispers an unfinished story π¦π.
He is 17 π, yet his soul carries centuries of quiet longing.
His heart is not open to noise,
only to the rare hands that know how to hold it gently π.
For those who find the key,
an infinite ocean waits β endless, patient, tender ππ.
He is not shy β he is soft ποΈ.
Not distant β he is deep,
like a moonlight tide pulling at truths unseen π.
He seeks a heart that moves with the same rhythm,
two waves in quiet harmony,
not crashing, not forcing, but flowing together ππ«ΆπΌ.