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
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