When I was in 10 grade I met this guy which I liked. I loved his hair, his eyes, his voice, well… everything about him was perfect. But one day he had to move to another school and it was sad for me cause I really liked this boy. It w as like this boy meant something to me.
I remember that last hug I gave him. It felt awkward just cause I thought he didn’t feel the same way about me. I felt really stupid by giving him a hug when I barely even talked to him.