This is part of an “extremely rough draft” of a piece I’m working on. Suggestions are welcome.
His name was Louis. He was every girls dream when he got older, but when he was younger, no one gave him a second glance. He was silly, down to earth, an amazing artist, and wasn’t afraid to be himself. Those on the outside looking in couldn’t understand them and their relationship but for them everything was perfect. They weren’t one of those mushy couples who had to hold hands every second of the day. Often enough, their friends would find them “arguing” over silly things such as the proper way to answer the phone. I still remember the first day I met him all those years ago. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail that Kaysi tried to undo at every opportunity she got. She had warned me that he was silly but I underestimated that statement. The first thing out of his mouth was:
“Hi I’m Louis. Kaysi’s ex-boyfriend.” He smiled.
He said it like it was part of his normal greeting to all he met, knowing him it probably was. When he came to visit that weekend I couldn’t help but wonder why they ever broke up. They seemed to know each other better than any two people I had ever seen.
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