I look at him, really looked at him, first off; one eye is different from the other, second he smokes; not cigarettes, just a lot of weed. Not his fault, he was raised around that shit.
His hairs a dark dirty blond, he was trying to go lighter, but again things didn't turn out the way he wanted. When I first saw his hair I laughed so loud, grabbing my stomach, and heaving over, almost close to vomiting. Now when I see it, I fall in love with it.
His name, Juice; something we all drink, weird name... But at this moment, it truly fit's him, we both came a long way from our pasts, who we were originally.
He's not my ideal man, not even fucking close to what I had imagined, but that's the point isn't it? We fall in love with people who are the total opposite of us. For Juice, it was easy for him to love, for me... I'm still working on it.
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RomanceI wasn't used to this. Being close to another human being.. having them depend on me for emotional support.. having a some what relationship, it only counts on the Wednesday.. meeting Juice changed my perspective..
