He was a policeman with redemption in his hands

I am so hyperventilating right now. Move over, 三浦 春馬. My crush of the highest levels, 向井理 has returned and he's taking on his sentai-superhero spirit in the form of a boxer/special agent in S－最後の警官. And his tokki (rabbit) teeth is just the best smile ever, despite him losing his gorgeous George-ness in パラダイス・キス and the rest of his luxuriously clad self in his other derailed roles. Really derailed.

Yes, me swooning over a man and not a piece of art. Because a man is a man, and not just the curves of his collar bone or the length of his neck. No, he's not art. He's a man. And yes, I am totally making a poem out of this.

I am ashamed that I am letting my thoughts reign and it is beginning to have no boundaries, but I don't want to use it for bad, only for expressing, only for the good of my heart. And it's like words are tumbling down my tongue like when Jack and Jill fell over the hill and it really feels good after you have written something beautiful! Although strange at the same time, like that type of chocolate with fruit and rum with a really odd taste.

If the time comes when I am truly, deeply in love, I think I'll be writing poetry each and every moment. About that man. That man. That man whom I won't just look at like he's a piece of beautiful art. Because he will be a real breathing man with scars and flaws and ugly bits. And I will embrace all of him with words.

Because you know, the word splendid exists just as the word shit.