This is weird.
There was a guy. A smart pupil. An ice man. The handsome one. The sweetest one. The cute one. The humble boy. The tall man. The…. Crap. He’s just undescriptable.
But, over of his goodness or badness, the most obviusly thing is: he always made me back in love without him to do nothing.
That’s what I called sincere.
Weird, isn’t it?