I listened to him talk about you like a piece of artwork.
He said you wear a different color lipstick every day and he thought that nothing with you could possibly be boring, not even the boring things.
He said he hates labels but if he had to give you one it’d be ‘rare.’
He talked about you like every girl everywhere wants to be talked about and you have no idea and you wouldn’t even care.
But that’s because every guy everywhere talks about you like that, isn’t it?
Except for the one you want.