This is something I wrote on June 12, 2010 about John when I was thirteen (it's quite cheesy!):
When I first saw him I thought that he was very pretty. Back then, I didn't know that he would be the most beautiful man I would ever see in my life. His name is put under the definition of beautiful in my dictionary. I know that I will never ever feel this way about anyone besides him. It's really soothing for me to look at him because it makes me feel better. When I look at him I wonder how somebody could ...