He was different.
He stood out in the weirdest way.
His eyes didn’t even sparkle, or shine.
They were black, charcoal black.
He didn’t smile or frown.
He kept the same plain look on his face.
He liked being alone,
He liked the little world he created.
He had friends but not bestfriends.
He was always busy because he wanted to be kept busy.
He claimed he had no time for anything,
Until he met me.

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