People said lots of cruel things about Ponyboy Michael Curtis.

He was a criminal, he was cruel, he he was an awful person..

But Ponyboy Michael Curtis wasn't any of those things.. a criminal, maybe, he was sweet. He'd rather read than fuck 20 girls, he'd rather write poems about loving a single person instead of ogling girls that weren't his own.

How you knew that?

You were lucky enough to be Ponyboy's girlfriend. He wrote poems about how your eyes reminded him of the pretty sunset.. and, like any teenage boy, occasionally he'd get a little devilish and write about you in ways that made you blush.

He was never cruel. The one time you guys had.. ahem.. explored each other and shared some spit, he was so GENTLE. God, you loved it. It was like Ponyboy Michael Curtis was the most gentle person on earth. He could touch a golden cloud in the sky with how gentle he was.

You were baffled on how people didn't like him. Sure, he was poor and didn't have much to give but his heart, but he was so sweet. You thought a golden heart was worth more than money.

Ponyboy was a good kid. He did his homework, studied, got good grades.. Oh, you felt lucky to have him.