I have known him as long as I can remember. He created my first memories. He is all I know. He is all I ever want to know....
Justin Rome Anderson, at 17 years old stands at 6'0", he has a mop of dark brown hair with a slight curl that accentuates each strand on his head. His hazel eyes lure you in, making you weak with every glance, every breath. It seems as if you can see every little muscle on his body. He is built but not in a body builder sort of way. It seems as if his style is always changing. Sometimes he wears jeans ripped at the knees and other times he wears sweaters with collared shirts tucked in underneath. No matter what he's wearing, he is always the definition of perfection, making any girl he passes weak at the knees. Even boys crave and envy the seemingly effortless perfection. Every time he pulls you in, you are impacted with the sweetest most inviting smells. Fresh air, vanilla, and sometimes even a hint of the left over smoke of campfires still lingering on his clothes. Every time my skin makes contact with his I feel as if an electric shock has just passed from him to me filling every part of my body with.. "Ashley Elizabeth! Thank you for volunteering! What is the square root of the cosine of pi?" Mr. Michaels interrupts my train of thought. I feel everybody's eyes on me, burning a hole in the back of my head. "It's a trick question, Pi is an irrational number, therefore there can be no 'cosine of pi'". Mr. Micahels looks at me with a surprised expression on his face. Before he can say anything, the bell rings. I gather my stuff and head out the door.
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Don't Let Go
Romance"Justin, like the sun, followed his own path, his own course in life and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt as if I were a bird, following the path of the sun, needing its warmth in order to survive, utterly willing to follow wherever it...
