He's awkwardly tall and sniffs repeatedly from allergies. Hollywood is to blame for women having a certain image of what a guy should be like. I never wanted any of that. But here I am. Behind the stuttering when talking too fast is the guy women beg for, the one who will throw pebbles at your window with a bouquet of lilies in the other hand because he knows they're your favorite as you stare at him below. You fight that smile that is creeping onto your face because you know you're stuck; like the glue on tiny fingers from a child who decided it was a good idea to watch it dry so they could peel it off. His big goofy grin makes up for the awkward habit of playing with that lotus necklace he got you because again, it is also your favorite flower.
