Back when I was in 8th grade I have a crush on him.
I see him the way people can't.
My seatmate and I always laughed at him whenever he entered the classroom late with his messy hair.
My seatmate was like, "He doesn't want to comb his hair, or he doesn't know how to comb his hair." But what she doesn't know, I like it—his hair, style, eyes, lip....everything about him.
He looks so good with his messy hair.
Four years have passed, and he still has his messy hair, and until now, I like it.
I still like him.
