The Difference

You Changed Me pt:1

There I was, just going to church for one of our weekly youth nights. I had been depressed for a while, but that day I was feeling just a little more like I wanted to give up than I usually do. So I walk into the church and was immediately in awe of what I had seen. It was a boy. About 6'5 maybe. Kind of stocky, but in a good way. He had blue eyes and kind of dirty blonde colored hair. I thought he was pretty good looking at first. Then we talked a little that night and I just couldn't help but smile when he would look at me. Mesmerizing voice if you ask me, I couldn't get enough of him. I just wanted him to keep talking, I could listen for hours. Though from my past experiences with boys I kind of figured that he wouldn't dare even be my friend. I was wrong, and the depression was starting to fade.