Talking about life with heath while walking on the warm sand as waves crashed into the shore. You never thought this would happen, you two dont talk much, you two talk once in a while. Heath was your brother's bestfriend.

Heath always had a "thing" for you but never had the courage to say it. He thought you were beautiful. He would write poems about you, Describe you in a poetically pleasing way (in his notebook). "I think the world should appreciate everything more." Heath answers.