He never really said that much. He found my mind anyway. He laughed and asked me why. And I told him I don’t know. He believed that I don’t know. I just want to tell him I knew then, and I know more now. He’s just real damn cool, exactly as he is. He listens real closely. He remembers things I say. He never tries to dominate our stupid conversations. He prefers to ride his bike to work. He likes the science I do, too. He lives to please himself, and not anybody else. I’d love to be like that. I feel safe when he’s around. He makes me feel like living. I feel whole when he is around. He makes me feel like I am equal, like I’m deserving of his time. He thinks bananas are the worst fruit. He drinks a lot of black coffee. He kind of has a sweet tooth and likes to eat Swedish Fish. He likes his hair kind of long. He always wears a baseball cap. He hates on all the teams I like, but I love the way it lights him up. I’m useless from his smile. I feel safe when he’s around. He makes me feel like laughing. I feel whole when he is around. He makes me feel appreciated, like he enjoys his time with me. He sings only when the volume’s high. He plays guitar and saxophone. He is truly quite artistic and draws pictures for his friends. He stands about six foot two. He came here from Alaska. He really loves his dog Indie, and she’s the only girl he needs. I wish I could be a girl he needs. ‘Cause I’m sure that he knows I need him. He let me talk in People’s Place. He didn’t tell me I’m crazy. He told me that I have two choices, and asked me what I’m gonna do. He walked with me down to Starbucks. He said that I don’t need their eyes. He believes I’m doing this for me, but if not, I made a promise to him. I feel safe when he’s around. He makes me feel like living. I feel whole when he’s around. He makes me wanna be all that I can be, that it’s good to be just me. I feel alive when he’s around. He makes me feel like laughing. I feel strong when he is around. He makes me feel like I’ll be just fine; because of him, I’ll be fine.