It framed his face nicely highlighting delicate features: an adorable pixie nose, high cheek bones, and pouty bow lips. He brushed the glossy strands back with small, dainty hands and It was perfect. No words can describe how much my want increased when I learned that name. My pursuit was bitter sweet, having to watch him from afar, having to wait to discover the traits that I knew I would love. He was fun to watch though, especially when he was by himself. The act he put on for his friends was cute, but I didn't like it. I liked watching him much more when he was alone. He walked with an air of sureness with the other boys, but as soon as he left their sight his true self emerged. He would always shove his hands in his pockets and hunch in on himself, keeping his head down, his brow slightly creased with anxiety. It intrigued me, that he would put on such an act with his peers when he was so insecure alone; it was like he was two different people at the same time. I enjoyed filling my head with scenarios of how he would react in situations I put him in, would he use his confident personality or the meek, shy one? I knew I would love either one, but I couldn't wait to find out. I gave him two final weeks to spend with his mommy and daddy and friends, then he would be mine forever...