Ivan just sat there at a table, trying to think of words that would come to him naturally. No such luck. He whimpered a little bit as he crumpled up another piece of paper and through it in the trash. He stared at the blank paper. The boy was trying to write a romantic poem but nothing was coming to him, also his English was terrible when he was writing it so it would make no sense on paper. He at least started to try and write something, he was never good at writing things.
Ever since I have talked to you in observatory I have been in the interested with you.
Maybe my life would be better with you.
Your light shines bright like the brightest star in sky-
Ivan sighed and slammed his pencil down on the table and just put his head down, too frustrated to do anything about it. Romance was dumb and stupid. He had called his sister for advice and she told him to write something romantic which he was failing at. He just groaned and sat there with his head down, not saying a word.