Chapter One
Over the years, Bruce would keep changing his hairdo, except that he would keep to his natural dark black hair, cut just above his neckline. He would make his sideburns back long and wild in a certain ridiculous length and way. Whereas I like to keep my hair waist-length long and dyed it numerous times after my adolescent years.
He preferred simple flowing fabrics, and wore a single gold necklace and a wristband. As for next year, he changed his dressing style to a simple red-plaited top coupled with an extravagant vest and choker at the throat. Last, touch his new image with orange-red hair with a blunt cut at the end and a black wristband instead of his own all-time favourite white top overall theme.
He had become the kind of man to which women would instantaneously, many of them would flock to him. Unlike him, I am often overlooked by men as compared to his pleasure of having many opposite genders being around his side. But I do have had crushes occasionally over the years, mentioning aspects of how we are being put side to side, in a similar age range to two total worlds, drastically apart, but yet alike in a certain mysterious way now.