There is a boy I know.

He has short walnut hair with blonde tips that he spikes up in a classy way,

And amazing hazel eyes that sparkle when he smiles.

He is intelligent and kind,

Funny and respectful.

The kinda guy you can’t help but enjoy being around.

I’m not sure how to talk about him though,

Or to him at that.

He’s the type of wonderful that is rare,

Well rounded and thoughtful,

Relatable and available.

He’s almost perfect,

He would be if it were possible for people to be perfect.

I must admit,

I’m scared of how I feel for him,

Mainly because I can’t picture being as amazing to him as he is to me,

And in the past this has happened with others,

I’ve been hurt.

But he has too,

Maybe not in the same ways,

Yet it’s something that has happened,

And I wish to learn about the worst about him,

Just as I hope he wishes to learn about me.

I’m not sure I have a point to this,

Maybe I’m ‘lovestruck’ and I’m not sure how to handle it,

But all I know is,

There is a boy.