We Clicked

We clicked. He matched my intelligence, my psyche, to the tiniest detail. I couldn't take it. It was overwhelming and it made me feel sick. Not a bad sick. But that good feverish, excitement type sick that you feel deep in your belly. A combination of nervousness and nausea. We clicked so well, the feeling of like for him sent chills up my spine. I couldn't take it.
  He was a hot commodity. Young, black, gifted, intelligent annnnd fine? That type of fine that would cause me to check myself in the mirror for discrepancies. He was the had my heart flip flopping, and mid breath stopping kind of fine. And he was smarrrrrrrrrrt. He was the street, mixed with book, but never forgot his history smart.
  He broke all the stereotypes of the way black men spoke. Because when he answered the phone.....He sounded like a proper english kid, straight out of the suburbs, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Correct english, pronounciation, and you would have thought he was caucasian. We clicked.
  Never afraid to say what was on his mind, he was a renegade. Mad brave, spoke up, liberated, and spoke nothing but the truth. But what really captivated me is the way he lead people to the truth. Professing his love for Christ Jesus to anyone who would listen. But if he was to just stand there, with his mouth closed. You would have never known he was Christian.
   Not all christian men walk around preaching in stuffy, bright suits. Relaxed fit jeans, vans, or some pradas, leather jacket, and depending on the weather maybe a button up. His swag was sick. So sick. It made me sick. But it was that good sick.
  Looking at him, listening to him, his demeanor and fluid walk.... You would have never guessed that he was beaten and abandoned as a child, busted his gun a few times, married the streets and did time. God cleaned him up, and showed him real love. We clicked.