He sits and looks me in the eye.
He self-reflects. Considers his thoughts.
He speaks to himself, but gazes at me.
He needs to know that I’m paying attention.
His depth of reasoning is something to behold, to cherish, to appreciate.
He’s only 16.
I listen to him while he contemplates his feelings.
Speaks his thoughts.
He wonders about life.
He thinks about it all. About everything.
And constantly wonders how it fits into his life.