𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓵𝓾

𝓘'𝓶 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓬𝓱

The flutter of hearts when he walks in

When we talk he's always to attentive

And caring, and sweet and kind.

He's perfect

He's all that's right in today's world

No  sugar-coating, no gaslighting, no degrading

Just intense respect and admiring.

He's perfect

He knows so much but so little,

I tutor him in Spanish

He helps me in French

And Oh God, his accent is so cute.

He's perfect

He knows Portuguese and French

English, Irish and Spanish

And he's always so modest

He's perfect

We both suck at math

Say two plus two is six

Then laugh our buts off

When the clock strickes dawn.

He's perfect

We'll talk for hours and hours

And be each other's deep secret

I hope I'm his...at least

Because he is mine.

He's perfect

He tells me about how he can't pass buisiness class

I tell how I can't pass sign language either

And we've agreed neither of us

Cannot fail our studies

Or both our parents would cut us off.

He's perfect

He posts, I quote, "I miss her so much."

And I hope he means me.

Because he's just so perfect.

Fuck, I'm not publishing this.

It's too cheesy.

Unrealistic, and too delusional.

Or as he'd say, Delulu