When my friend Lee asked me what I like about bae, I grinned. I took a while to tell her because she’s been there through it all, my excited rambling about a guy whose name I couldn’t remember a month later, through the tears, once shed in cafe, which was very uncomfortable for us both. The groaning, complaining and aches of loneliness and wanting someone but not just anyone. I've written off love, she was there. She’s seen and judged most of it, she takes no prisoners. This conversation, I was pretty sure she'd be smiling along with me. I figured if I can tell Lee, I can tell you too. It's official! I’m in love. Fuck! I’m in love! I’m in fucking love and I’m happy about it. Don't mind this one bit. My answer went something along the lines of but maybe not as coherently, I said something like this... He has this, je ne sais quoi quality about him that draws me to him and causes me to stare, seriously, it’s difficult to look away. He has the most brilliant, most beau...