He reminded me of a young Kurt Cobain; reckless. Although his voice wasn't as rusty as Kurts', it was very deep because he had matured fast. In a way, he was good different. He wore hand-me-down sweaters from his grandpa and was fascinated by stencils. He was definitely a chick magnet, and flirted with every other girl till they cooed. It sickened me. It made me come to the conclusion that I was the jealous type.
And so I always look in the mirror and blankly stare at myself, wondering, how did we ever date? He could've done so much better. But he did figure me out. I play hard to get, I'm the confusing and stubborn type.
'Swim well', he said faintly to me.
Just then did I realize I have to learn how to sink before I can swim.
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