I don't know how to describe exactly how he makes me feel.

It's a sinking feeling at first. Like I'm embarking on this long journey but with an uneasy stomach. It's fresh and new, but it's also scary and unwanted at times. He makes me feel normal…and alive when I know he's far from normal and his skin shows his pale, dead complexion.

His personality contrasts with his attitude. He's quiet and shy at first, and then loud and booming later on. His heart is black at times, then white when he's feeling light and innocent. So I suppose…they come together like multiple shades of grey. Everchanging like the weather and hazy like a darkened gray fog. He makes me feel light on my feet at times and heavy in my heart other times. Always changing. Never the same. That's the way he likes to be.

That's who he is, Justin Timberlake, and his shades of grey.

But I like to focus on the white parts. Those make me smile.

The times when he's feeling happy and young again and he'll run with me into a field of just tall grass and we'll laugh.

That's when I know who he is.

He'll hold my hand we'll become alive again. His black will disappear until I can see nothing but white.