He was my very best friend. He was always super caring and optimistic, and you could see it in his eyes. He had the deepest brown eyes that always tinkled just a little bit. His eyes were so dark and so brown that they almost blended in with his pupils, but not quite. They were bright and happy and just a little bit gold, almost. His hair was also dark brown, and fell right to his rectangular glasses. He hated having long hair and cut it off. He grew it back out, though, so I would stop complaining about it.788Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGe5oVOS2o3
Besides his wonderful eyes, he was tall. Almost a foot taller than me, and a year older than me too. I always loved hugging him because he was just so much bigger than me, and it made me feel safe and protected. He was always like a big brother to me. I couldn't image life without him.
But whenever I close my eyes and picture him, I never see him as the happy, mischievous boy he truly is. I always see the way he looked on the last day of school, May 30th. He walked me all the way to my bus and hugged me, saying "I love you, never forget that." He looked so heartbroken that I didn't want to let go of him, but I had too. I'm sure we both started crying moments later after he was gone. But he'll always be my beautiful brown-eyed boy. 788Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHb4qc8Uw9y
A/N: This is actually all pretty much true. He's in high school now, and I don't get to see him very much(really at all), but we talk all the time. I really hope this does him justice, I haven't seen him in awhile. 788Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHYzOBPbbkO
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