I am searching for someone.
He's tall and handsome
With erratic dark hair that dances on his head when he laughs
And large, white teeth that aren't too big for his mouth.
He likes to sing old songs under his breath when he has to make hard decisions and when he hugs me he puts his scratchy chin in the curvature of my neck and it fits like it was made for him.
I would have brought along a picture but he hates having his picture taken and all the good ones are at his house anyways.
I love him.
He left because he said he needed to find something, though I can't remember what.
It's been one week since and he still isn't back.
He was humming a Beach Boy's song as he walked out the door into the cold November air last Tuesday.
Let me know if you see him.
Thank you for your time.