He's not the kind of guy who stops and looks back at you.
He's not the kind of guy who analyzes your every momevent, remembers every blink. He's not the kind of guy who stops and stares and traces your lips with his fingers.
When he walks away, he doesn't look back and smiles at you, he leaves. He just leaves.
He's different because he's so not attached, he seems to be perfectly ok without you, even if you know he's not.
He's the kind of guy who is perfectly real. He won't try to be a movie, to be some book character; he doesn't need to flirt 'cause he's already so charming. He doesn't need to ask 'cause you're already beside him.
He doesn't need to follow you 'cause you've already given up your life.
