“I think I just met the happiest

person in the world!”

“Or maybe they just made me

feel like the happiest person

in the world…”

“His smile is so beautiful, but obviously he goes through things.”

“How does it just stay so beautiful, even when he’s been beaten by other’s words, and hurt by their harsh stares?”

“That boy, those freckles, his

smile, and oh my god, his voice.”

“He has a smile, that in a way, makes me sad, because of how precious it is. His skin reminds me of honey, his freckles dot his cheeks, nose, and all around his face so prettily, my favorite being the one that makes a heart just beneath his eye, and I have one too!”

“His voice deep, accent keeping my heart palpitating, but it gets higher the more he smiles, he’s so cute.”

“He may not be the happiest, but he presents himself as such. Not to fool others, but because he is fighting to

be, more than I could ever.”

“Wow, he seems so lovely, I wonder

how he hurts.”

“Just the thought of him makes me smile, at this point, I may be the happiest boy in the world!”

“I hope to see him again soon, but It’s likely, since we share the same favorite cafe.”