That silly, wonderful boy. The one singing, dancing, holding your hand like no one's watching. The one with the honey gold eyes, the voice like a dream and oh, that smile. The one with the curly black hair that you just want to run your fingers through again and again and again, just so you can feel him. The one asking you to dance. In front of everyone. And he's perfect.

That silly, wonderful boy. The one holding you close, and just swaying. The one whispering into your ear how you're beautiful and that he loves you. The one whose heart you can feel beating through his jacket – it's almost as fluttery as yours – and whose hands are pressed into the small of your back. The one whose neck your face is buried in, because you're blushing, because this is just so perfect.

That silly, wonderful boy. The one whose eyes you're drowning in, because the pupils are blown with excitement, and they're glowing with joy. The one who's lips you can't stop staring at because they're so plump and soft-looking and so damn kissable. The one who's leaning in (and up, because you're taller, but it doesn't feel wrong – it feels right) and it looks like he's drowning in your eyes too. It looks like he staring at your lips too.

That silly, wonderful boy. The one whose eyes are questioning, cautioning, so uncertain that you just want to squeeze him. But then he's the one that's kissing you, and you can't even remember your name. Because his lips are on yours. They're drier than you thought they would be, but they're so smooth and firm and is that cherry lip-balm you can taste?

That silly, wonderful boy. The one who's laughing, so you just can't look away. The one who's stroking your back and not seeing just how much it drives you wild. The one who's telling you he's just so happy to be here because he's here with you.

And you wonder – how is it even possible for someone so perfect to exist? How can it be that he's here? With you? You don't understand it, but you can't help feeling a little bit smug that that silly, wonderful boy – he's all yours.