כנסו אם בא לכם סתם קטע כתיבה שכתבתי

There's this boy...
This boy is special
This boy has those brown eyes that even if they are the most common color in the world they are different.
They are small, and squeeze when he smiles or tired. He also has this tiny nose that you wanna still like if he was a baby. He has this hair that you wanna touch all day and play with. You know, the one that you sheds a tear when it gets a cut.
And those stories. Those stories that I can listen to all day because I feel like I was there with him or that he wanted me to be. He made me feel comfortable and belong inside this scary place. He made me feel like I'm not alone. I remember the days I suffered and cried and he told me one of his stories to make me feel better. It worked.
But he doesn't love me, he called me his sister. But then he left without saying a word so even sister I'm not.