What it was that attracted everyone, myself included, to him has always been a mystery.
There are others who are more attractive, funnier, smarter, or nicer, and yet you can't help but be swept up in some completely captivating facet of his personality and charm.
It's obvious he has no idea just how sought after he is, a fact which makes him even more desirable.
The female attention and desperate attempts to win his heart don't seem to faze him or, as far as he's concerned, even exist.
Cluelessness has never looked so good.
He has this way of seeing past people that can totally obliterate any hopeful love-interest's self esteem and naive optimism.
And when he does actually focus his attention on you the rest of the world blurs and fades and drifts far from your concious thought; You're convinced that his impossibly deep blue eyes can see something within you that no one else can.
His hands on your body, his mouth pressing hard against your own, these are sensations you cannot erase, cannot forget.
You never want to be anywhere but in his soft embrace ever again.
It could be said that I won the lottery, hit the jackpot, millions of other superficial phrases indicating that I gained what the average human being could not.
Because I was lucky enough to have him.
But with the good comes the bad, no great windfall comes without some price.
And I definitely had to pay a price to be with Jesse Lacey.
the quiet things that no one ever knows
Yeah.
I love him.
Can you blame me?
You know what would be super sweet?
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