I love his ginger hair and his deep raspe voice. I love how he cares, and he laughs at all my jokes. I love his stupid smile, and his stupid little laugh. I love him so much it hurts to see him mad. It hurts to watch him be happy with a girl that’s not me, I love him so much that hate is no longer in my vocabulary. But yet, I hate to see him go when he was never there I hate to be the one that holds on to nothing true nothing fair. I hate to be the loser that loves the guy that does not love her back, but I am fool for that ginger boy, that ginger boy who never loves back.