Eye contact wasn't one of the things he enjoyed the most. He was on the spectrum, after all. He said he had to go to therapy when he was younger to learn how to hold eye contact with others. One wouldn't guess he had issues at all, until you really got to know him.
He was tender and trusting and ultimately sweet. So much so that this world was too much for him most of the time. He found the world and most of the people in it very overwhelming. He let very few people into his unique and eclectic life. He filled his space so sweet, and he was always occupying his deep mind. Under all that tenderness and sweetness, there was a genius.
This man let me into his life. And, he saved my life. He was my unsung hero. He was my tender and somewhat tenacious savior. A man I came to love all too completely and all too quickly.
"Your eyes gleam so well in this light, Ryan..." He complimented me as he gazed deeply into my eyes. The sunlight streaming into the room made them shine. Made them shine just for him. Just for him at that moment in time. "I also love the way your hair curls around your ears just right..." He uttered, twirling my little lock sweetly with his tender finger.
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