the boy with long black hair...
As I stood in front of him, I felt his warm breathe on my cold cheek from the crisly London air. His eyes; so deep that you can swim in them. His skin; as pale as a ghost, but looked as soft as cloud.
The boy with long black hair.
He could make any boy melt, like ice cream on a hot summers day((Even me-Dan Howell)) He then stared at me, eyes full of lust.
The boy with long black hair.
He slowly made contact, his lips colliding with mine. They molded together, like there were meant for each other. I felt a spark of love for him, I hope he felt it too.
The boy with long black hair.
At that moment he changed my life for the better. He made me realize how to be happy again. He Is
The boy with long black hair...
