I can’t help but think about his bluish greyish eyes, his blonde hair that he would dye purple and mid-puberty boy sounding voice. Especially when he was in that stupid play “newsies”, after all it’s where I first saw him. I talked to him for a while, I was all excited and expectant almost as if he would really want to talk to me to date me, as if he really wanted to talk to me for something else than nudes. I really liked him so much so I got sucked back up into my delusions that I tried to get rid of so hard. I got so sucked up into them to the point that after he stopped talking to me I relapse every night. I mean, everything reminds me of him. The sunrises, couples, my best friend and even the apples my family always buys from the store beside his house, even school. I mean, who wouldn’t choose the skinny, long haired, pierced girl who doesn’t have strict parents anyways?