He was the kind of guy who I would smile at the thought of him-
He was the kind of guy who would get mad at me and still holds a door open for me-
He was the kind of guy who would hesitantly plant a kiss on my lips and pull me back for another as soon as we pull apart-
He was the kind of guy who would not kiss me when I have my lipstick on yet kisses me when he sees my pout.
No-
He was not any kind of guy-
He was the guy.
He was the guy who I fell in love with,
He was the guy who fell in love with me,
He was the guy who told me that he does not love me anymore.
He is the guy who I still cry for,
He is the guy who I still hope for,
He is the guy who I still love.
Unfortunately, he will always be that guy.
