Sometimes you meet someone you adore, and they don’t live up to the hype. Sometimes they shatter the perfect image in your head of what or whom they’re supposed to be. Sometimes the imagined version of someone is 1000 times better than the reality, and you come away loving them less.
But sometimes they’re prefect. Sometimes they’re amazing. Sometimes they’re beautiful and charming and lovely. Sometimes you respect and love then even more, and you’re left swooning overt them for hours.
John Barrowman is absolutely the latter. I almost hoped he’d be a jerk so I could tone down how much I adore him, but no such luck. He was absolutely perfect. I met someone who meant the world to me and was more than satisfied. I’m so happy.
I gave him a link to this page, so… If you ever read this, John: Thank you for being everything I dreamed you’d be and more. You didn’t disappoint!