I can invent all kinds of reasons and pick fights with him all I want, but he is a boy who looks at me like no other, the boy who holds my hand tight, the boy who is on his knees when the mere "sorry" isn't enough, he is a boy who took my breath away by not doing anything special and maybe he is not the boy for me, but I will try not to push him away because of my messed-up, clichéd personality.