His presence was magnetic, drawing my gaze like a moth to a flame. Every movement was graceful, every expression a work of art. His eyes, deep and soulful, seemed to hold a universe of mysteries within them.
His voice was a melody that lingered in my ears long after he had spoken. It was soothing, yet commanding, with a timbre that could calm the stormiest of seas.
He was charismatic, with a charm that could light up a room. He had a quick wit and a sharp intellect, always ready with a clever remark or an insightful observation. Despite his many talents and charms, he was also humble and down-to-earth, with a kindness that endeared him to everyone he met.
And then there was a girl.
"And that's why I hate her." - Jæ