The boy version of me

The boy version of me drinks Blue Moon on the train. He is discreet and keeps to himself. To avoid awkwardness he gets lost in his playlists, choosing some old indie rock band as the soundtrack to his ride (he doesn't want to spend time choosing a band, so he just clicks on whatever starts with an A). He is not confident in his body, but he looks good. He knows glasses look good on him. His curly hair is long and wild, he trims it once in a while He doesn't try hard. He's just cool. People like him. He scrolls through his texts and smiles upon reading a message sent by the girl he loves. She warms his heart, but he doesn'tell her that often, keeping the joys of love for moments like these - when he's alone on the train. You can't tell if he's Jewish or Latino (or both), but you know he is reliable. The boy version of me.