He isn't the type of guy you'd expect me to like. He isn't
brilliant. His taste in music (for the most part) sucks. He
doesn't even have much in common with me. But when you've had a
crush on somebody since you were five years old, it becomes like
second nature. It's where you're comfortable. It's where I'm
comfortable. He's amazing. He is the nicest person I have ever
met in my life. He is so generous. He's one of those people who'd
go out of his way to say hi and he has never said a bad thing
about anyone. He is so admirable in so many ways. He's got an
infectious smile that turns my stomach, even to this day. I was
crying in class the other day, and without interrupting me or
changing the subject, he just listened. He's imperfections make
him perfect. He is anything I could ever ask for, and I can
honestly say I love him.