Simply Beautiiful

For his birthday he asked me to write about him. Specifically what I think of him. I believe that he wants his ego stroked because I think he is my equivalent of a perfect verse over a tight beat. I will admit I fell in love with his spirit before I fell in love with him. He is the type of man that commands attention simply for being him. The overbearingly large fella with the mischievous smile and sincere eyes. He rarely greets anyone without that smile. He goes out of his way to make small talk with anyone. Women often look at me to make sure I’m ok with his interaction. For most men caring on small talk would be the introduction to flirtation. For this one it is his way to spread a little positivity someone’s way. He leaves small piece of him with anyone he encounters.

I feel almost regal in his presence. Almost as if I am being judged based on the person he is. I have to meet a certain standard to be seen worthy of all he has to offer. He never makes me feel less than the most important thing in his life. He is my confidant, my sidekick, my muse. It is almost as if I am simply a keeper of this heart because it stopped being mine a long time ago.

He is a gentle giant with hands that can break boards and soothe souls. He comes from a lineage of extraordinary humanitarians who contributed to making this world a better place simply by being good people even when they didn’t want to. I can honestly say that he hasn’t dropped the ball and he is following the same path taken by those he holds closest to his heart.

There are so many other things I could discuss about him. I could probably write his praises on as many pages as days I’ve known him. Since the first time he gave me an inebriated smile at a Chacho’s 5 years ago I’ve been smitten by his existence. He allowed me in his world and I have yet to want out. He is by no means perfect but he makes me want to be and that is pretty perfect to me.

To borrow a line from Jim Jones

 “He’s still the dude I got a crush on”