It’s the way your eyes wrinkle when you smile. Your left eye is lazy and you look a little high all the time. That makes me laugh. I told you it’s getting harder all the time for me to make friends who are girls because I’m “dudeish” and we both couldn’t stop laughing because it sounded like “nudeish”.
But oh mannnn the way you walk. Way you talk way you say my name.
I could try to blame my adoration on seratonin. But these neurotransmitters can’t sustain such enduring admiration.
Esther kept asking me if it was awkward. She assumes we can’t function as friends with out her. But nahh. I had a blast. You are wonderful.
You are the most wonderful man I’ve ever met. I don’t admit this with butterflies in the stomach or a heart that’s beating a little too loud and a little too fast.
I say this because I respect you so much. You are a man with ambitition who is working hard to attain a dream. You have girded your arms with kindness and you are just a weird goofy dude.
I don’t care what other people think. I just don’t. Because if they’ve spent so much time talking with you then they’d know. And those who have, do in fact, see what I see.
I will not be ashamed that God put you in my life. I thank him for it.
And look at the man you’ve become. You’re teaching me a lot.
But wow. Just look at you now.