" HE DOSNT KNOW "

He's it. Alright, so maybe you don't know if he's "the one." He's not necessarily Mr. Right, but more like Mr. Right-up-there-with-Brad-Pitt-and-Usher-Raymond-on -your-list-of-people-you'd-give-anything-to-be-str anded-with-on-a-broken-down-elevator. But it's about more than that. When is it ever about more than that? Never. Not like American Eagle clothes and junky old cars more, but closer to white Burberry cargo pants, a black Armani jacket, and a silver Lexus with music playing in it that you've never heard before. But he doesn't know.

He's adorable, but adorable is an understatement. More like he takes your breath away everytime you hear his voice because you notice something new in a weird sort of way. More like you can't stop writing third-grade run-on sentences because you can't remotely begin to describe something.. someone.. so inherently amazing. That's what you do.. pictures to words, events to words, words to even better words. But nothing seems right when describing him. More like you're afraid that if you stare at him too long, you'll prove your parents right: that yes, your face will stick that way. But you wouldn't mind.