He’s the first person everyone goes to. If you have a problem, he can solve it. If you need a shoulder to cry on, he’ll provide it. He’s precise with his words and always knows the right thing to say and do. He tends to be quiet not because he doesn’t want to talk, in fact he loves to, but because he’s observing. He notices the small things. He always knows what’s going on. He makes you feel important and cared for, he makes you feel loved. So in return, he is loved by all and exceeds all expectations of what a perfect person can be.

I love him beyond what he will ever know. For someone so intuitive he has yet to figure out how much I care for him. He’s been my friend for years. I mean, he’s been everyone’s friend for years. He is the golden boy of our town, and the king of our school. Like I said, loved by all. Except he will never know that I love him differently, that I love him more. No one is perfect but he is as close as you can get. If I had to sum him up I’m three words, then I guess I would describe him the same way everyone else does. Trustworthy, astute and beloved.