My type is the taller, younger brown haired boy with brown eyes that look like the forest of a fantasy land who is so respectful he'll kiss my tears away but disrespectful enough to make me whine and whimper for more. The nerdy boy who will rant about games and music and match my weird but can still flip me around and pin me down at any given notice. The boy with a kind heart who will work harder to make it easier for his coworkers, but wont hesitate to fight when someone's in the wrong. The obsessed boy who says he'll kill a man that makes me uncomfortable, but would never insinuate I can't wear what I want. The humble boy that will deny any compliments, but walks and talks with the confidence of 100 men. My type is my pretty boy because he is all I could want and more. He is the closest to perfection I could ever imagine.
