Dear Tristan,

Your features are sharp like boulders carved by the movement of a stream.
I can't help but stare, it's the most satisfying shapes.
The way your eyes tilt upwards, and your eyebrows remain straight as boards,
it all works so harmoniously.
I wish I could speak to you the same way I speak to others,
then again, I don't speak to others frequently.

I've begun seeing that shade of blue everywhere.
Not of your eyes, your eyes are a deep brown that match the color of your hair.
The royal blue that resembles a glistening sapphire or the sky right before the sun begins to truly set.
The type of royal blue you'd see on perhaps a military uniform or a country's flag.
Your eyes are brown.
I've always liked the color brown but never gave much thought to it until now.
I always liked the color brown because every feature on myself is brown.
But now I've begun to enjoy the color even more as you have similar tones.
I like green now too as of recent.
Your wear a lot of green. Dark green. Mostly camo patterns.

I drew that snow leopard, and you put it in your wallet.
I often wonder if you still have it in there.