August

He was always my favorite, out of all of them – it was barely a competition. He knew it, too. I suppose he was used to being peoples favorite. After all thats how they found him. He wasn't just charming. He wasn't just a people person. If August walked up someone, even a random stranger on the street, and smiled in that way of his. He could make anyone fall in love with him. I'm not talking about romantic love though. Agust was just everything people needed in other people. He was funny, good at pretty much everything, but not exeptoinal. Exeptional people are frustrating to most of us in some way or another. August always asked the right question. One so strange it had never been thought of before, to make you laugh or take your mind of this hurricane of the world. Another just deep enough to get you thinking, but not really requiring an awnser. He was the kind of person you could talk to. He knew when make a joke or give a hug or drop an argument. His laughter was the most adicting thing on earth. Once you had gotten a taste of it you would never stop craving to deserve it again. But thats not why he was my favorite. He is my favorite because he is the only person who has ever made me cry.