I love such a boy.
He is not as handsome and unrestrained as a young and enthusiastic boy who makes girls scream for him. He is not as lovable as a noble and cold young man who makes people admire him from afar.
The boy I love has mint green hair and emerald green eyes that always fascinate me. He has a nice and plain neutral voice, but he is often so flat.
His name is Fran, my childhood playmate and my sweetheart.
I consider you my lifelong partner.