A Classic

He is the classic, but not typical, "boy next door" whom everyone loves and gets along with.

He is kind, popular, intelligent, talented, and handsome. 

He is the guy you trust completely. You tell him anything and everything, often inquiring as to why you did, once removed from his presence. 

He's a pretty good liar and would make an exceptional actor or politician. He is honest when it's important to him. 
 
We fight and disagree on everything but it all works out either way.

He's the one that drives you crazy, but a good crazy. 

Ultimately, he has the right intentions, a good heart, and the grit to make something of himself someday.

Everyone crushes on him, and everyone wants to be his friend.  
 

None of my friends have to ask who I'm smitten with because they already know. It will always be the same. We know each other so well that we don't know each other at all.

With him, time needs to be longer; conversation needs more vitality; "I love you" needs to be proven.

He drives me insane but I will always love him.

One could say, he has it all.  

The day I hear him
react to the pieces of
me, that have gone unnoticed
even to myself

The beauty he sees in
my eyes, spoken thoughts,
deeds, and those implied
but understood, by him and
by myself

Will be the aeon of felicity
the juncture of delight
where another has found
respect, affection for me,
other than myself

But life and light
extinguish any chance for
days of affirmation, times
when I need not try to
be myself

I am providentially
comforted by the truth,
which many cannot claim
to bear, that I do, most truly,
love myself