After awhile looks start to fade and I start to see the inner beauty in people. Once I notice who they are or who they present themselves to be, I seem to like them more or not as much. For example, the first person I liked was in 5th grade, I didn’t really care what he looked like or who he hung out with. A few years later I realized he was the nerd in class and I didn’t want to hang out with him anymore, but I really didn’t have any room to judge, I didn’t know him to well anymore, but why couldn’t I remember back to fifth grade when he was the nicest boy I knew?