Everyone wants him, that was my crime
The wrong place at the right time
And I break down, then he’s pullin' me in
In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman
He’s my kind of boy, my kind of man, my kind of life-something I’ve been craving for ages.
The kind words, the kind actions, the kind minds, the kind manners-everything he possesses is perfect for me.
He's the fictional guy I've created, Jirael. My favorite kind of boy-and maybe man-the gentleman.
How soft he is when he talks, how genius he is when he thinks, how sweet he is when he acts, how polite he is when he comes, and how precious he is when he's in love.
He's my love, my man, my everything, my fictional creation. I write him just the way I want to be treated.
The gentleness of his way of speaking to my character, Kaleen. A beautiful woman as soft as the coastal breeze brushing against the skin.
Jirael knows Kaleen has everything, but as if not stepping back, Jirael gives more to Kaleen.
Providing something Kaleen has never received, even though her life is already perfect.
Questioning Kaleen's well-being, even though Kaleen always seems fine.
Waiting until Kaleen is willing to share, even if he has to wait for ages with anxious feelings.
Jirael, who never raises his voice or disappears from Kaleen's sight, even when his head and heart feel hot with anger.
How beautiful it is to be Kaleen, truly loved by a man like Jirael.
