Typically started as a game. I'd look at him, he wouldn't look at me, or at least I thought he wouldn't. I knew he has a good music taste , he is in a band too, played bass and sung. I knew he is kind , that the only person he would hurt would be his opponent in the boxing ring. He is short, blonde hair wore glasses in class. His eyes shaped uniquely. Similar with his lips too, and his nose was small. He hates his blonde hair that he doesn't know what to do with. He is passionate. He is sweet. He is detirmined but maybe not as detirmined as I thought after all, if he was truly, I would still be his.
