I think not knowing is the hardest part. Just... Not knowing how to handle him. He seems like this cool guy, who is nice to me and awkward when we get close but then he seems like this gangster, who will steal things from people if asked. He swears when he's with his friends but he's kind when I'm with him and it doesn't make any sense. He is such a stereotypical person. I told him that and he got a little angry, but quickly apologized. I feel like he understands after he gets angry or frustrated. 

"How do you see yourself?" I looked at him in the eyes, squinting from his left eye to his right. "Honestly. Truth. Don't lie." He smiled gentley and looks down, then back up at me. 

"I find myself becoming better. I find myself liking things I never have. I notice the small things. Like the dimples that surround your mouth. The three dimples, infact. The crease in the middle of your eyebrows, right there." He pressed his finger to the spot between my eyebrows and I closed my eyes for a short second. "I enjoy spending time with people more rather than trying to steal cars with people that don't care about me as much as they do the car they stole." 

I slightly smile, trying to hold back like usual. His face become this glowing object infront of me and I couldn't stop stareing at him. It's a feeling that is new to me, as everything else I feel when I'm with him is. He leans close to me and smiles even bigger than before, his eye smile literally the only thing I can see at this point and he says on thing.

"It's all because... of you, Ri."