To Brian Littrell, the most beautiful man on Earth.

The weird thing is that I've never actually met him, lest got to known him personally, but I guess part of the beauty lies in the unknown.

He went beyond those glamourous magazine covers, television interviews and album tracks.

He was Brian, you know. The perfect being. My Heaven on Earth.

How could anyone resist his ruffled dirty-blonde hair, those sparkling crystal blue eyes that would wrinkle into a line when he smiled, those incredibly sexy thin lips, and oh, that toned and desirable body of his? And don't get me started on his heavenly voice.

He just seemed so right for me. Everything he did made me smile, made me happy.

I remember all those day-dreams I fabricated with him as my knight in shining armour, my Romeo, my Don Juan.

Of course, time and time again, I have to slap myself hard in the face and remind myself that I would probably never get close to him, but obstinate me refuses to rule out the possibility.

One can never be too sure about love, can you?