"We first met in December. I was 17 years old and he was 19 at the time. We met by luck while we were going back to our designated apartments. I had just came back from the store buying milk since it was the only I could afford and buy for my parents at the time while he stood there with a duffle bag in his left hand and another bag over his shoulder. He looked like he was struggling a bit since his chocolate brown hair was slightly messy and his white shirt and blue jeans were askew. I offered to help but he shook his head saying "no, no. It's alright. Thank you for your kindness though."

When the elevator doors creaked open to the 4th floor - the floor right under mine, I heard him mumble a small goodbye before heading out. It was perplexing - how could such a nice and handsome looking guy end up in this crappy apartment I call home. It was not that the place was moldy or abandoned - it was just old and broken down to the fact that it was amazing the landlord actually had the elevator still working. Not many people lived here either. In fact, I knew there were just about 5 other families living in this place - him being one of them now..."