andrew. i fall to my knees at his feet with a heavy breath. i almost feel unworthy. this person, this man- he's perfection in flesh and blood. i feel blessed. this angel, a saint with flaws, perfect flaws. i nearly worship him. godlike, i search his face for signs of light, anything celestial or close to it. i find them faintly, small, unnoticeable to anyone who's wronged him. he is perfect, and somehow, he is mine.