He plays the bass... he has red hair... he flairs his nostrils when he is concentrating... he always wears a toque to keep the hair out of his face... he gave me a kurt vonnegut book to read that made me giggle so much that someone on the train asked me to be quiet...

He has a tattoo of a pretty woman on his right calf... his body is coated in images of things he loves and he has startling blue eyes... He is my best friend.... He makes me smile during the worst days and makes me angry sometimes on the best....

I don't want to leave and he is making me think it might be a good idea to stay.