and I maybe thought he could compare
to you.
His nervousness that enamored me.
His shaky hands and how he could not look me directly in the eye
his invitation to the art show.
"you're adorable!"
"you're so beautiful",
he told me.
I just didn't know how to speak to him, so I told him he was talented too and that we like the
SAME MUSIC.
I questioned his sexuality, what?
With his oil portraits of Faith Hill and Madonna
ETC.
well, maybe, I thought, it was a project.
An assignment.

This is about falling "in love" with the most beautiful man on earth. I later found out he was gay, but he's still beautiful to me.