He is a math genius, a basketball star, and the target of many girls' blatant competition. He has a flamboyant personality, strong and arrogant, and is like sunshine that can't help but shine on my body, heart, and later on my kidneys.
He was 17 and I was 15. We talked about everything and were very good friends.
This year he was 27 and I was 25. We loved each other and became tacit friends.
But how can he be just a gangster?
Intention: The hand I wanted to hold when I was 14 can only be grasped when I was 28.