He’s about 20 years older than me. But I don’t care, and I really hope he doesn’t either. His name is Ronald and he’s the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen. Though the rest of the world may not think so. He’s a writer and his absurd words never fail to make me laugh. It sometimes feels like he could be my soulmate, but he doesn’t even know of my existence. He always wears jackets, that makes him a lot more classy than guys closer to my age. And I am days away of meeting him for the very first time. Every single day I am looking for ways to impress him. I’m pretty sure that’ll work. Or not. At least he’ll know who I am this time next week.
