The Guy I Had Yet to Meet
He stepped out of the car while I opened the door. Standing on my front porch now displaying the best smile I had ever worn, I finally got to see him. For months, he had been that guy I knew but had yet to meet. I could tell from his pictures he was strikingly handsome. Now, here he was standing six feet tall in my driveway. The dirty blonde hair he had let grow a couple weeks to ensure for this day it would be the perfect length to flow slightly up in the front. Guys with this haircut gave me the feeling that they had more to their attractive exterior. He had gone with glasses today, but they never took away from his striking blue eyes that made my heart bubble into magma inside of me. The spectacles added a sense of nerdy confidence I found addicting. His two eyes stared at me now through his eyelashes and squinted at the corners from his teeth-showing smile. The butterflies he bloomed in my stomach were multiplying as if he was calling them all at once to break free of their self-made shells.
My gaze drifted down from his chiseled cheekbones to the square shaped jaw which framed his face to his flawlessly cut goat-tee. I paused in the middle to admire his lips; big and full, I only dreamed of a storybook kiss. I could see where he had nibbled on them, as I had a bad habit of the same and began to bite my lower lip subconsciously. He started to chuckle as his gape ran up and down my spine shooting tingles through my blood. His laugh came from his chest, and it was soothing enough that it picked me up to wrap me in his voice. What was he laughing at? His face answered the question as it painted a picture of relief and showing the slightly scary anticipation of what we knew would be many fun adventures.
Somehow as I got to look at him in front of me, finally not ogling at my computer screen, every inch of his configuration seemed to radiate the passion and personality I had grown to love. I half-tripped over my feet into his hug. Wanting to feel the moment forever I closed my eyes, brushing my eyelashes against his dark blue Patagonia sweater. His muscled arms engulfed me, cradled me as if they were going to scoop me up and place me on a blanket of clouds. I could feel his heartbeat through his body in tune with his smile. He felt my grin widen against his chest as he finally pulled me back to look at me. The best way I can relive him in this moment is describing how he made me feel.