He’s gorgeous, but gorgeous is an understatement. More like I am startled every time I see him because I notice something new about him. More like I can’t stop writing third grade run-on sentences because I can’t even remotely begin to describe something, someone, so inherently amazing. More like I’m afraid that if I stare at him too long, I’ll prove my parents right that, yes, my face will get stuck that way. But, honestly, I don’t really mind.
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