the loner wears a hat that has little stars embroidered on its deep blue velvet.
he's shy and quiet. he barely speaks and when he does, he always whispers.
he likes to make tea, to watch the same shows over and over again till he knows them by heart.
he will laugh when hearing a joke a second time around, not because he is polite, but because he really finds it just as funny as the first time.
he reads the same books that he keeps on his nightstand.
he likes to put music on shuffle and then wait to be surprised by the order of the songs, the same songs he has been listening to for years and years and years.
sometimes he hides in my closet, but he never leaves. he lights my candles at night and he loads the washing machine when I don't feel like it.
he likes to sort through things, put them in a different order than they were before.
he doesn't like parties that much, but he will always look for another loner to go talk to.
he's very friendly, actually. we talk sometimes about all sorts of things.
he likes to take pictures and write in his diary that he keeps locked in a golden little box.
despite his repetitive routine, my loner never gets bored. sometimes he doesn't speak to me and he hides in the closet for days, but he never leaves.
he knows I'll always be there for him.
