you don't mind.

he's just gorgeous, but gorgeous is an understatement. it's more like you're startled everytime you see him because you notice something new in a "where's waldo?" kinda way. it's more like you can't stop writing run-on sentences because you can't even remotely begin to describe someone so incredibly amazing. it's like you're afraid that if you stare at him too long, you'll prove your parents right that yes, your face will get stuck that way, but you don't mind.