My name is Leopold Scotch, but everyone calls me "Butters". If you met me, you'd think that this was probably expected. Since I'm considered "feminine", or "cute", or even "naive", I was always teased and called gay. What you wouldn't expect though is who I like. Who I fell deeply, head over heels for.
He's kind and sweet, yet apathetic and sarcastic. He's gentle yet badass (as he would say). There are times when his eyelids flutter whenever he is flustered. He's an average boy, a great friend, a sure and fair being. He's just and built on common sense. He's based on reality, neither optimistic nor pessimistic. To me he's like a treasure so bright it swells you heart just to stare. I feel so fortunate to be in his presence, so pure and so surreal. Despite that, I feel greedy and impatient. I want to spend every minute with him; I want him all to myself. My greed and selfishness is an odor that stretches from day to night. His dazzling charms dance in my head constantly; in my dreams and in my waking hours.
His name is Stan Marsh.
Unfortunately, he's in love with Wendy Testaburger. I don't resent her, though. It's noticeable why. She's kind and tough, sweet and defiant. She strives with everything and tries so very hard at everything she does, yet she also knows which battles to choose and retains from them with utter grace and eloquence. Unlike his best friend Kyle, who doesn't know the meaning of letting go. He charges and is pure passion and defiance. I can see why Stan would love her, and want to hang out with his super best friend.
Despite that, I still want him all. Though I know I can't ever have him. He wouldn't look at someone like me. Someone so lost and unsure. Someone so odd and stale. I don't leave room for personality, like a dormant mat or a pile of play dough; I am stepped on for support and molded for convenience. Though I don't mind. I really don't! As long as I help others, I'm fine with being their support and stepping stool. While others are meant to strive and flourish, I think I'm meant to forever be a step in the stair to success, never a contestant. It's fine with me, as long as I complete this purpose, as long as I get to see his smile untainted and pure.
I don't mind.