A pretty face. Late night bars. Tight jeans in his car. Late night kisses. Never a one night stand. Never the first to hold their hand.

Johnny could really only stare at you, the morning rays of the sun shining through the curtains you forgot to close last night. His blue eyes traced every line of your face that some God handcrafted just for you, just for him to look at.

Somebody’s child. Somebody’s everything. Somebody’s little angel, even though they’re grown and moved away. Somebody’s whole world. Someone’s baby.

Johnny was so scared of ruining your heart because he knew if he did, he wasn’t ruining just yours, but even the one person who thought you even higher than him. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Johnny continued to just watch you as you slept, you becoming his everything.