He was smart. He was tall. He was handsome.

 I love the way his hair falls perfectly over his eyebrows, slightly covering his precious brown orbs. Every feature you could think about how to portray a gentleman, he has it.

He was the boy who rarely talks. He rather chooses to be alone than hang out like those kids at his age.

 He was a loner by choice. He rather chooses to lock himself inside the room and play online games. If not, he would indulge himself by reading books.

Everything about him is mysterious. I can see trough his face that he was tiring himself.

He was paler now. His lips shade no color. His eyes explicate sleepiness.

He was obviously a nerd. How could he be so smart? Everything for him is easy.

I never thought he feels the same thing too. But thinking about it, he was the worse one.