There are a million beautiful things in this world.

Sunsets and sunrises. How a delicate bruise on pale porcelain skin imitates the colors of dusk. The sky in September after it has finished raining. The gaze you and your best friend share on the greatest day of your lives. Stretching green forests for miles upon miles.

There are a million beautiful things in this world, and not one of them comes close to him.

He stands onstage in a clean-pressed suit. There is a microphone wrapped in his flowerlike hand. His dark, thick curls are brushed back so that his face is visible. The trimmed beard, the way the stage lights reflect in his bright blue eyes. The shine of a thousand spotlights right on him, and the glow that emanates from his smile.

Physically, he is beautiful. Soon you find out that he is spiritually beautiful, as well.

He speaks fluently in jokes. His voice is placed nearly on a shelf just above what would be considered “low.” It is smooth and even. When he laughs, it is with his entire soul, each beat coming out in the shape of music, his Adam’s apple dancing along. When he sings, it is as if the clouds to Heaven have parted and the holy light pours down upon him. If a mistake is make in a song, he laughs it off with a flamboyant gesture. He speaks to the audience in such a personal manner that you forget you are at a show, and instead are reminded of a dinner party with friends.

His name is Christian Borle, and you have just fallen in love with him.