I'll never forget the way his fingers touched my face. The way he looked into my eyes was indescribable. It was as if we looking so far into me and grabbing a piece of my soul. I spent every day with him that summer. I learned what love was that summer. We were inseparable, and nothing could ever bring us down. I would give my life for him, and he ended up giving his to me.
             Max. He came to my high school my senior year. He was so beautiful. The way he acted, the way he looked. I was infatuated with every single aspect that belonged to him. I knew he was different by the way he talked to people. He was sincere and genuine. He was also a wiseass which may have been the aspect that attracted me to him at first. He wasn't afraid to be himself. He wasn't afraid of what people thought about him and he wasn't out to please anyone. That's why so many people liked him; He just didn't give a shit. He was perfect for me. I'll never forget the first time he walked up to me. He was very blunt and asked me why I was avoiding him. I told him it was because I didn't want to bother him like everyone else seemed to be doing. He laughed and apologized for thinking that I was a bitch, but now realized that I wasn't. Max and I began driving around together. I was very depressed at the time and kept to myself, and he was the only person that made me feel alive. He brought so much life into my... well, life. The way he talked to me was amazing.
             I fell in love with him at our first kiss. It felt right. It felt perfect. Our lips connected, our minds connected. Everything finally fell into place. From that day on I knew my life was going into a direction where I had been waiting to go all my life. He was so beautiful, and for the first time in my life I felt beautiful because of him. I spent every minute I could with him. He was my best friend. Max put things into perspective ...