The Romantic

I'm sorry, but this is going to be a very cheesy, lovey-dovey post.

Can I tell you about him? I just really really want to. I feel like I want to shout to the world about how perfect he is.

He was so reserved when I met him. So mellow. It took me forever to start talking to him because we’re so similar, and his shyness made me shy. I was so shy around him. But I’m opening up to him and it makes me so happy. I talk to him about things I don't think I could tell any other guy, and he knows what I mean.

He loves movies. He loves books. Even more, he loves talking about them. He has opinions. He has deep thoughts. He isn’t emotionless. He's intense. He's lost in his own world of thoughts and feelings and confusions, just like I am. I didn't think a guy could feel as much as he feels. I love that about him. He understands. He understands everything.

And he has this crooked smile. His teeth are so crooked. It makes him look sweet. I love it when he smiles. His face lights up and he looks like an excited little boy. I wish everyone in the world could stop for a second and just look at him when he smiles. He always looks a little sad, so I’m ecstatic when he looks genuinely happy.

And when he talks to me he has this small smile on his face. Not a huge smile. Just a little smile of content. I don’t know why, and I can’t figure it out, but when he’s listening to me talk it almost looks like he’s looking through my eyes into something deeper. With that content smile. I feel like the most important person in the world when he looks at me. Even when we're surrounded by people, he looks at me when I'm talking as if I'm the only person there.
 
I just, I just… I just like him so much.