He is a nice boy. He protects me when his sister is trying to hurt me. He drags me around with his right arm around my neck if I was ignorant. He taps me on my shoulder if I'm sad and desperate. He touches my cheeks with his wet hands, just to make fun of me. He smiles a me when I make silly movements of desperation. He laughs and shows off if he has something similar like mine. He will hold my hands sometimes when we are walking. He put my hand into his when I disturb him, and moves it with the same rhytm of the music, just like a conductor. He sings together with me, until we burst out laughing because we aren't at a perfect pitch. He tries to tie my hair, base on his curiosity, and it turns out so bad. He will hug me and push ourselves into the pool together with a bright smile. He lifts me up on his shoulders when we are in the pool, to win the water volley game. We drink coke from the same straw, and eat ice cream from the same spoon. We are friends, and I hope this last forever. I will never date anyone, even him, if that means I have to lose one of the best friendship I have ever had.