It was a good color on him.

I still get nervous around him sometimes, but it's rarely ever because he's just so gorgeous that I can't speak, or something, anymore -- I will admit to a good amount of swooning yesterday, though. I was not nearly as articulate as I had hoped to be when I saw him after the show, but I can only hope that maybe the way I stumbled over my words spoke for itself, and was perhaps telling of what I was
trying to say. We hugged and thanked each other, and as much as I wanted to say something profound about my love for the show, I think that was kind of enough -- I'd think that after all of this, my lack of composure and ability to say much would make him understand what I wanted to get across.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 7/2/07 at 08:14 PM