This boy. Oh, this boy. This boy was something special. He wasn't ordinary. I felt different. He felt different. We were both different. But that made us common. I always felt lost when i was with him. And in fact he found me every time. I surely was deep in love with him. We fought. A lot. Sometimes like little kids and sometimes like adults. But after every fight we loved each other more and more. When I didn't have seen him for a long time my life felt harder. I wasn't full without him. For a short amount of time he became my weakness and I became his. I loved him so much it actually burned me. I wanted to kiss him every second more and more. Kiss after kiss they became more filled with passion and love. Touch by touch we started to feel like one. My mouth was always searching for his, my hand was always searching for his, my heart was always searching for his. This boy, kid, this boy made me feel something.
