HE IS….

& He is one of those guys that are too romantic, so incredibly sweet, compassionate and most of all PERFECT. He would never think anything bad about you even if you tried to make him. His eyes are as gentle as his hangs. His lips say words that protect you and his muscular, intensive arms are all the physical protection you'll need. He is perfect in the sense that he is everything you need and nothing more. His face has this amazing rigid kindness that makes you wonder if he is good or bad. He is the tall, dark, and handsome, Prince Charming. But I'm not the princess or anywhere near that type. HE makes everything seem possible and maybe-just maybe- too low for your standards. It just takes one glance to fall head over heels for him. Those few seconds seem like years of noticing and having conversations and all of that. His eyes trap you in a trance that won't let you go. But it's not like you want to get out of it. It's just the feeling, makes you want to live, and makes you feel alive like you're really worth it.

You know that feeling you get when some one is watching you, but then you don't want to turn around because if might just be your head playing a game on you? I think you like that feeling, because you smirk every time I stare at you. Most of the time it's me staring at your god-like face. So incredibly perfect, that I think you're a mirage at first then I know your real when you look at me and give me that feeling. The one where I forget to breath, I forget where I am, and sometimes what my name is. I hate the fact that I act completely slow when you are around. But when you say something even if it's not for me I hear your delicate masculine voice. It creates a little pieces of heaven. I keep every single word you've ever said to me. My heart can't keep still. I thank God that he gave you that smile. MY GAUD how beautiful it is. I'd never forget the first day I saw you.

Just knowing that you know me that brighten my day up. It just makes the sun shine a little brighter, the music sound sweeter, and that school sucks a lot less. You change ever so quickly. You could be a prep, or a punk, or even gangster-ish. Your hair is so fluffy and defiant, just like you. You have the purest mind that I have ever met. You see who and what I am. The second you told me that you liked a girl. I cried. I thought I had lost you. Forever. But then you described that girl and it sounded like me, but I didn't think it could be possible. You & me. NO. Never. But it didn't stop me from asking her name. You play such cute games, I love the way you smiled, such a show stopper that I was in AWW. You said that it started with a "Y" and ended with an "U". As soon as you left I got the yearbook and went through all the names. Three times. And nothing. Who was this girl that made your face light up whenever you talked about her. That made your day Amazing with seeing her, you didn't even have to talk to her, just a look or a glance made you just Aw at her. I asked everyone, but no one knew. Finally I gave up and went to find you to explain to me who it was.

Him: So have you found her yet. She must know how dearly I hold her. I can't keep keeping this away from her. He said with such a smirk as if she were there

Me: Just tell me I pout with my hands in a pleading manner I have looked everywhere and asked every one. Now I'm giving you my famous puppy eyes

It weird, it seems to melt you. You just sizzle there trying to keep your cool. You get your serious face on, one I have rarely seen.

Him: I can't believe you don't know. I thought I was being so obvious but I guess not. he sighs looks straight into my eyes and says It's Y-O-U.

It takes me while. But I get it. Me..Out of everyone. ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! ME! Then my brain starts to think. Wow how blind must I have been, how could have I not seen it. I keep asking myself. Then I look at him. He is SCARED actually and truly scared. I never knew he could be. I mean I know that people get scared, but him. NO! He is one of those that hold every thing in and not let go of anything, never shows his week side EVER. And he's showing it to me. I fell so touched.

I stare at him. And he starts to bite his lips. His full, rosy sweet lips. I can't think of anything else. How you wish you could just push him on the locker. But you could. That thought just pops in your head. You look at his Piercing sapphire eyes that make you go crazy. You push him to the locker. You grab him by the wrists and go slowly towards his face. Just as you're about to kiss him you go towards the ear.

You whisper," If you would have told me earlier, we would have been to this point by now."

He has a confused look and you casually turn around and say," Baby, you have no idea how much I adore you. Now it's your chance to take this to the next level or just leave it at this." You turn around and start to walk.

He runs to you. It looks like he is flying. He grabs you by the waist, pulls you up and twirls you around. You scream for him to stop, but really you wish he could do this forever. He puts you down just to tickle you 'till you fall on the ground, but of course he is there to catch you. Could he be any more perfect you think to your self.