His name is Mr. Wilson. There’s something weird about him. He is awkward looking but I’m the only one that thinks he’s cute. He does this weird thing where he bites his lip when he’s trying not to smile. He does that eyebrow rising thing that the Rock does, and it makes me mad because I want to do it. His name is Mr. Wilson. There’s something different about him. I’m so used to ‘hating’ him that it makes me mad that I truly like him. We have an awkward relationship in which we fight and argue and bicker in public and play fight and cuddle in private. His name is Mr. Wilson. And I keep shying away from the fact that I love him because I’m afraid. Everything is different about us and I say it each time but the last two were similar. We aren’t normal. And I love that. His name is Mr. Wilson. There’s something that I can’t get over about him. And everyday I find something new I want to tell him. And everyday I want to be with him. His name is Mr. Wilson. And he means the world to me. I……love him. And everything about him. And I never been so afraid of losing someone. His name is Mr. Wilson. And he’s my boyfriend. And even if we’re not together ‘forever,’ I’m happy I was once happy. At least I know it exists. And it all started with Mr. Wilson.
