I could never figure Bryan out, he was a mystery to me. In my eyes, the man was pure perfection, he was a god sent. The first time I asked him out, I said he was an angel from Heaven, but for some reason he didn't seem to agree with me. To be perfectly honest, he hated himself. Not really himself as a person, just his body and his looks. All he ever wore were large sweatshirts and jeans to hide his "lanky, ugly body." To me, he looks amazing in pretty much everything. I told him everyday that he was a fantastic person and down right beautiful but he never believed me.
No matter how much he hated receiving compliments, he handed them out like candy to everyone else. If you ever asked him if "this dress makes my ass look fat" or "how's my hair today", he'd always reply with the most uplifting comment. The divas absolutely adored him because of this. They would go up to him after they got new ring attire or got a hair cut and ask him if he liked it, knowing that he would never say no. Bryan is a very selfless person, he's even admitted it, and he hates getting presents or compliments from anybody. Some call him a saint for it while others call him a total brat, but he doesn't care either way. He'll just say that your hair looks nice today and move along.
Somehow, he always made me fall for him everyday. It doesn't matter what mood he was in or what he was wearing, I will always love him. He could be screaming at me for being too loud and I'd still love him. He could be crying in my arms because of a nightmare or sitting in my lap and telling me jokes, it doesn't matter, I'm still head over heels for the guy. I could never figure out what he does to me to make me this way. I'm not complaining, definitely not complaining, but it was something that poked at my brain occasionally.
Maybe it was his fantastic personality. He was nice to everyone that was nice to him. He showed up everyday to work with a genuine smile on his face. If somebody dropped something, he would pick it up for them. If somebody bumped into him, whether it was his fault or not, he was the first one to say sorry. Basically, Bryan is the epitome of a polite, cheery gentleman.
It could be that he's so quiet and calm. Bryan is the yin to my yang, my polar opposite in almost every way. I'm a loud, brash, bold, cocky muscle head who never seems to shut up while he is a calm, quiet bookworm who could never hurt a fly. They do say that opposites attract and we're the perfect example of that. While he might be the exact opposite of me, I still love him. He keeps me centered while I help him break out of his shell. He always says that he's my rock and I'm his river, which I think is the most beautiful way of putting it. But no matter what it is that keeps me around and coming back for more, I'm sure as Hell glad that Bryan has it. Without him, I'd be a mess, but with him, I'm the luckiest man in the world.