I don't know why, I always think of him.
I remember when he was riding on the Hippogriff, his black hair flying around with the wind, his wanton smile, and the way he looked at me through the crowd.
Thinking of his green eyes is like throwing pebbles into a calm ancient well, causing a series of splashes and ripples.
I think of his voice, the curve of the corners of his robe, and his temples and neck that were wet with sweat after the game.
Please, dear diary, what is wrong with me?
Intention: Don't scold me. I wrote it myself for fun>