If the perfect boy in the stories I author existed, with his quiet ways & bookish look & flawless care & always knowing when I need him & always listening to my rants & always knowing how to cheer me up-

I don't think I'd have fallen for him as hard as I fell for a boy who's both loud & quiet, wild & cool, caring & aloof, comforting & irritating, sweet & mean, popular & disliked, all at the same time, sometimes at unexpected times, loving me the best way he knows how to, failing to meet my expectations & exceeding them as well- in short, a boy only God could have authored.