This boy that likes me.
As Nicki Minaj proclaimed on Ellen Degeneres, "...there is a boy..." that likes me. I feel like there is this boy. This boy...
The most handsome boy I know; the most handsome boy I've yet to meet.
He is cute. He is tall. He has a stunning smile, in fact he has an amazing smile. His eyes are beautiful and colorful. They are mesmerizing and real to the soul. His heart is gold and pure. He gives me so much light. And overlooks my fears and mistakes. He hangs in there. He makes me feel special, even when I feel less then average, low, and imperfect.
I didn't say his name, but you know who he is. He is the one that doesn't like to take pictures. He is the one that is in the background and prefers to stay on the sideline. He is the one that wants me to fulfill my dreams, because I have been molested by so many touchy hands in this world. He is the one in front of me that leads the walk. He is the one holding my hands when I am lost; when I'm to weak to lead. He is the one that allows me to push him to a better man for our future. He is the one that spoils me by letting his guards down. He is the one that carries the military flare with him everywhere he goes. He is the one that I can be energetic with and pour my tears on. He does not judge, nor do I. And we both cherish this agreement of harmony.
He is the one you make him out to be. He is the boy next door, your best-friend, your partner, your spouse. So who is this boy that likes me? Well.... he is what I make him to be.
Until he is known and until my crush-candy state expires (puts a ring on it), I will remain wholeheartedly single.
