His name was simple and common, but even so, there was only one boy by that title that mattered to you.
You could see his face every time you shut your eyes.
His dark hair... a soft, long, chocolaty brown fringe that gave you great joy to tangle your fingers in every time you two shared a kiss. His eyes; warm, mocha-colored orbs. They tirelessly gazed into yours in a way that made your knees go weak and your heart swell.
Never would you get bored of the brilliant glimmer they would catch as he stole glances in your direction.
His skin was a smooth, milky white that contrasted your own dark, exotic tone. The ghost of his sing-song teasing echoed in your ears; "ebony and ivory, live together in perfect harmony..."
You could see his lips, plump and pink. Soft and warm against your own, you often thought about how you would kill for lips like his.
They could form this perfect crooked, dimpled smile that could make you melt where you stood, and they always looked so elegant and graceful when he spoke.
Your mind would complete his image and you would want nothing more than to be safe in his arms, feeling his hot breath fan against your cool skin as he brushed his lips against yours.
Wanting nothing but his faint whispers of, "I don't think you could ever even begin to understand how much I love you..."
But you knew very well that you had to be patient.
After all, your mother had always told you that good things come to those who wait.