I remember when I first met him, he was about an inch shorter than me, was very kind, and had brown-ish hair with astounding hazel eyes. I remember days where I would learn nothing for weeks because I was amused by his presence and very joyfully I would always gaze at him in class. Oh how I wish he was mine, even wishing for a kiss from him, maybe more. He diagonally sat to the upper left of me in class, giving me a good view without looking obvious I was dreaming of him. I was a 16 year old gay male, my dream boy, Chris, was a month older than me, unfortunately straight......or so I thought.… Read more
