• I was seventeen, he was nineteen. He was more then I ever hoped for in all
    dreams of the summer romances I all way wished for. His sink was dark form working on the dock all summer long, arms strong with muscles that would make the weight heads at any shcool cry. To tall to belong. He was mostly the funniest boy I ever meet and to sweet for his rough act that he wold pued on so no guy would mess with him.

    I knew I loved him form his spire green eyes to him sandpapger hands to his large bear feet that I would stand on when he would dacne me around, no mettre how long I was with him how much I loved him there was always something that didn't off on him. He always seem to be almost Inhuman .