There Is A Man

There is a man...

... that has totally captured my heart.
... that makes me laugh more frequently and harder than any other.
... that has the faith of Old Testament prophet and doesn't worry over things.
... that is completely genuine and oozes integrity and innocence with intelligence.
... that says the most random things and makes up his own lyrics to songs.
... that knows and can recite an unimaginable amount of information.
... that has become quite strong and ripped recently. (It's quite sPECtacular.)
... that can run so fast and so long, and reaches 50+ push-ups and 40+ sit-ups per minute.
... that gained my trust and respect before I fully knew him.
... that still surprises me and knocks-my-socks-off.
... that doesn't weigh decisions on the moment but puts things in long-term perspective.
... that has given up his freedoms to defend our country. (Is that not handsome?)
... that this totally unique perspective on things, a perspective that I love to listen to and consider.
... that can cook better than me, loves fish shopping and felines, and sweats when he eats pickles.
... that I look up to, both literally and figuratively.
... that I crave and desire to be close to and/or nearby.
... that snatches me up when I'm upset and laughs at my inability to properly use the English language.
... that is full of passion and determination.
... that loves me for who I am and doesn't want me to change. (Except for those emotional solar flares)
... that I find intriguing and attractive in an infinite number of ways.
... that I love and adore immensely... IMMENSELY.

There is a man that goes by the name of Frederick Richard Schmidt, that was brave enough to go after an "intimidating" girl, had the patience to crack into her shy-self, traveled six hours on his Christmas break in college to a small, one-flashing-red-light town to spend time with this girl, and ask her to "go out"
...... three years ago on January 2.

"Hey you. Hey Handsome, love you."