It felt so weird to finally fall in love with somebody, especially when he doesn't even know about your existence and somebody who probably already has a lover by his side. Despite all of that he is beautiful. His broad, wide shoulders and his milky white skin, his jet black hair and its strand that sticks to his forehead when he sweats, his lean long legs, his toned body... I could go on all day because... He's just that beautiful.

That was when I found an interview. There was not many views and it was badly filmed, but it was still an interview. There he was, a smile across his face with his dimples showing. A man threw him some badly thought questions like, "Was it your first time having ?" because we all know such gorgeousness could not have been a . The way he handled his partner's body flashed again in my head. What a sinful life I am living in, but it is worth it if it's him. The interview ended after a short few minutes and I was left with the same questions unanswered. 

"How old is he?"

"What is his real job?"

"What is his ideal type?"

"How is he so beautiful?"

"WIll he... me, maybe?"