The look in his eyes and the excitement in his face. The talent in his feet and the risk in his voice. His amazing potential. His booming laughter. His deep blue eyes. His stringy blonde hair. His brick wall-like body. His muscular hands. His soft touch. His carefree attitude. His silly ideas. His crazy plans. His puppy-like pout. The way his strength made me stronger. The way his smile made me smile. The way the sound of a skateboard made me think of him. The way his eyes tell his whole story. The way he would support me in everything I do. The way he would do anything for me. The way he was only happy when I was. And most of all the way he loved me.
Yes, I loved a skateboarder.