I really love him. He’s extremely
sweet and
funny and he’s the type of
person you would
never get bored of. He’s cheesy, but not the horrible type of cheesy. He’s extremely nice. He’s so nice that I
don’t even think it’s possible for him to be that nice. He’s also really good looking. He’s the perfect balance of the perfect boy, or the perfect
person in general. He’s extremely talented and easy to talk to. I can talk to him about topics that others would see as “nerdy” or “weird”. I’
m really comfortable with him and I would never purposefully do anything to lose him. He’s the type of
person who won’t judge you for being yourself, and he’ll love you for it. He never fails to amaze me and make me
smile. It’s embarrassing to say, but he’s probably the person I think of when I fall asleep. I have the biggest crush on him and I’m not sure he knows that. His
smile gives me butterflies and when he compliments me, everything feels unreal. Although, he does suck at texting. He really really realllyyyy sucks at texting. He’s really tall which sometimes can be convenient and I also like height differences, but sometimes I really wish I were a few inches taller so I wouldn’t have to go on my tip-toes to atleast kiss his cheek or hug him. But not everything can be perfect, cause there’s still other
girls that like him that I think are prettier and that makes me feel jealous, LOL. I really love him and I could talk about him for days and days and I’d always have something to say.