My Mexican Jerky

He makes me laugh when I’m about to cry. He is very different than I am; but that’s what makes him, him. He makes no sense to me sometimes. He admits that he’s full of himself. He doesn’t know how much I care about him. He calls me his angel. He also lives in New Mexico. He has never seen me face to face. He has seen me in pictures, and said I’m beautiful. He is indescribable. He is my best friend. He is my Mexican Jerky. I love him.