He wakes up in the morning to look at the sunrise, while I love to stare at the moon above us.
His expression is usually poker face, and I liked to smile.
He is quiet, and I'm the person they call a 'megaphone'.
He has this tanned skin, and my color's fair.
His favorite color's blue, mine's green.
He likes jelly beans, while I like dark chocolate.
His eyes were narrow, mine were big.
He's into sports, and I was more of a bookworm.
He dances well, as I sing for him and him only.
He was an outdoor person, and I lay in my bed all day.
He was the type of person who forgets, while I cherish every little memory like catching him looking at me even just a bit.
He's almost perfect, and you can see all the flaws in me.
He loves the sun, I love the rain.
I love him, and he doesn't.
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The Differences Between Us
Non-FictionIt's this stuff I wrote back when I was younger. Things are a lot different now, and I know we're not who we used to be. You've read this one already, but I liked how I depicted "love" as simple as this. Thanks to you, I relived a part of my childho...
