\he was like untocuhed snow; cold, exciting, new, beautiful and i was like a february sun; explosive, dangerous, lying, false- melting him until he disappears\
\he was different, yet the same, i could see some strange light in his eyes, and it excited me and scared me to death at the same time\
\i still don't realize how his smile brightened up my morning, and made my day better\
\he was my one and only, and even though i will never get to touch his neck with my lips and taste alcohol off his mouth, at least i got the pleasure of being in his presence and got the privelege of him laying his eyes on mine, being the reason for his smile\