So there's this guy.

How cliché

But I've said that a lot

Recently

He's not just another player,

Another played,

Another boyfriend.

He's blonde, wanted

But I didn't want him

Until now

I haven't even know him for a year

Haven't known him ever

How come

He's always known me

I never thought

I'd be "that girl"

The one who didn't notice-

A perfect guy is-

Has been waiting.

For me?

I shouldn't take.

Take him,

For granted, even.

Girls,

They crush on him like crazy.

I don't know

Why, he's cool

I guess.

I don't know him

Actually.

Now that I have

Talked to him, anyway.

He's . . . sweet.

Thoughtful.

Quiet . . .

I get it now,

He's new.

Why haven't I recognized-

Him?

Surprised?

Sure I was.

What?

He likes me?

What do I-

What did I-

How can I-

Maybe I like him,

Maybe.

Or is that-

Hormones,

Emotions.

Me-

Not wanting to hurt him

Not wanting to play him.

What?

That's new.

He's new,

Wishy-washy

Stoner

Loner

Admirer

Admired

Lover

Loved

Emotionless

Surprising

Handsome