Charlie Monologue

I ran into the most heartwrenchingly beautiful boy on my way to the library on September 16, 2011. The boy's name was Charlie. I found out the beautiful boy's name after he literally and metaphorically knocked me down and took my breathe away. When I laid eyes on Charlie my first thought was that Charlie was carved by the hands of angels. I should have been angry at the beautiful stranger for not watching where he was going but Charlie was polite and he helped me up and he was so unbelievably lovely. Charlie apologized and hit me with a smile that erased any anger I might have had towards the beautiful boy. Charlie has an infectiousness crooked smile that positively lights up his face and forces a person to smile along with him. Charlie's smile comes with a set of crater sized dimples that make my palms sticky with nervous sweat. Normally I would have stuttered out an apology of some sort and left, but by some strange coincidence Charlie was also on his way to the library and was absolutely not going to suffer a walk in awkward silence. Charlie has been by my side ever since, and I do not know if meeting Charlie was a blessing or a curse. When

Charlie has flaws just like other people. Charlie towers over the masses with legs like a baby giraffe's that even after 18 years Charlie has still not quite figured out how to use. Charlie trips over his own feet at least three times a day. Charlie has extremely bad morning breath, but Charlie's bad morning breath is okay because Charlie usually smells like wildflowers and sweet summer sun. Charlie does not laugh like a normal person. Charlie has an absurd laugh that sounds like a seal barking. Charlie is an encyclopedia of jokes that are not funny and random facts that people do not care about except me. So Charlie does have imperfections and I happen to find Charlie's imperfections disgustingly