Just a guy with a Heart and a Brain.

When he sees me, he gets those nervous knots in his stomach, kind of like a little kid. He’s not ashamed of me; he’s more than willing to admit he has a girlfriend. He holds my hand. He takes me out on dates. He holds me from behind, and lays his head on mine. He knows my flaws, and somehow manages to appreciate them. He goes out of his way to make me feel beautiful. He doesn’t cling, but he never lets go. He stays up with me when I can’t sleep. He always steels the covers from me in the night. He tells me when I’m being unreasonable. He has a job. He kisses my forehead when I’m sick. He hasn’t forgotten how to be a kid, but he’s grown up. He tells me how he’s feeling, even if it’s not what I want to hear. He goes out of his way to make things work. He lets me fall asleep with my head on his chest. He is smart. He needs me. He knows what my favorite color is, without asking. He knows when I’m upset. He gets along with my parents. He touches my face when he kisses me. He shows me something new. He’s never distant. He makes me smile, just by looking at him.  He misses me when I’m not around. He has a sense of humor. He knows about my past, and cares about my future. He doesn’t do drugs. He knows when I’m lying. He takes me to sea world, because deep down I’m a fucking 5 year old. He can defend himself. He runs his hands through my hair. He thinks I’m smart. He gives me the biggest, longest hugs ever. He thinks I’m significant. He tells me his secrets. He would never cheat. He doesn’t want to lose me. He is taller than me. He tickles me. He lets me steal his clothes. He is jealous, but never in a bad way. He listens to me. He’s cute, without really making an effort. He watches Disney movies with me, and at least pretends to like it. He isn’t embarrassing. He’s someone I’m proud to call my own. He hates awkwardness. He never gets too big of an ego. He admits when he’s wrong, but he isn’t afraid to argue with me. He doesn’t mind my constant mood swings. He isn’t self-centered. He isn’t simple. He is wonderful. He takes us seriously. He shares his taco bell/slurpee’s with me. He likes the movie lord of the rings. He is his own person. He isn’t afraid of love.

& He Doesn’t Exist.