It seems weird to be writing about someone that I haven't seen in years, let alone think about someone that probably hasn't thought about me since the day they disappeared.

I've never been the type to confess my feelings towards someone else, mainly because I didn't want to come across as the complete opposite of who I intended to be.

I am scared of the reaction, the interpretation and the conclusion.

So, as you already might have guessed, I hide my feelings and pretend like they don't exist. Those feelings are like a soft breeze that slightly moves your hair, not a heavy storm that turns your hair into one giant knot.

But the question after all this oh so poetic gibberish is: Who is that boy and why won't I ever forget him?

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The boy I'm talking about was the kindest person I had ever met in my entire life. Not going to lie, as opposed to others I haven't met that many people in my fifteen years of living but nevertheless, everyone who knew him said the exact same thing.

Imagine a smaller version of Ansel Elgort. The same grin, the same hair, the same eye colour and even the same birthmark. I think it's safe to say that most girls would have been interested in him.

I was way too young to realize that though. He was at least four years older than me and I had nothing remotely romantic going on in my little head. I mean I was a child back then, there's no way around it.

But I can't deny the fact that I've always been very observant about peoples behaviour.

I realized that compared to other girls and boys his age he seemed way more mature and kinder. If you needed help, he didn't care for what or if he had better things to do; he always helped. If someone was rude or mean to him, he never called them out on their behaviour or started acting like them; he always treated them with respect.

As I got older, I realized how wonderful he was as a person. But it all makes me sad too, because I don't know if that person still exists.

Maybe he had one of those phases and started acting like a jerk. Maybe he changed to someone coldhearted because people had been mean to him most of his life.

All I know about him is the fifteen year old version of himself with a weird haircut and a harry potter sweater.

And if I'm being honest, I don't think I'll ever get to know another version of him.

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So, to the boy I'll never forget:

Every time I think about my childhood, in one way or another your name pops up in my head and I can't stop the smile that immediately places itself onto my lips. The more I grow into the person I want to become the more I realize how influential the people are that have come and gone into my life. One person was you. So I want to thank you for showing me how to be kind without expecting kindness back, how to be respectful in outraging situations and how to be my own person.

I can't deny that I truly wish to meet him again but a part of me wants to keep it the way it is. Only time will tell if our paths will ever cross again.