He lead me into the house and lord, was it beautiful. The house looked designed by a professional, it was that amazing.

I took my stuff off and put it to dry in the closet. He took me into the kitchen and set some water to boil. Once all that was out of the way, he grabbed my hand again and lead me up to his room.

I wish I could move into his room! It was extremely cozy, with a futon, stereo, queen size bed, desk, dresser, cool posters on the wall, bookshelf with cool books, and an electric guitar.

“You play the guitar?” I picked it up and admired it’s design.

“Yeah.” he beamed. “I write songs, too.”

He cooks, he writes songs, he snowboards, is there anything this man can’t do?

“Oh really?” I layed down on the futon.

“Yeah. I wrote it for you, even.”

That gave me goosebumps. But those goosebumps doubled in numbers when he started to play it.