You're in your first year of college. It was exciting, to say the least. Moving to a different state with your friends, getting to room with your best friend, studying at your dream university. You were living the dream.

The only thing missing from your life was love, romance. True love. Like the one you'd always read in books. Of course, that type of love was almost impossible to find, hence why you've been single since breaking up with Matt, sophomore year.

You've never been treated right by a guy. They're always too self centered, so you refrained from relationships.

That was until you saw him.

Blake Stevens, 19 year old tech major. From the minute you passed him and his friends playing around at your college's garden you knew he was different. He seemed so energetic, and so giving. So confident in himself and yet so considerate.

And his looks sure matched the beauty of his personality. He had brown fluffy hair, paired with his honey brown eyes with a hint of green. His cheekbones were defined and you could see dimples when he'd smile. His physique was toned and athletic, a bonus to his good looks. He was in a manual wheelchair, on which he'd always pop wheelies.

You've always felt the urge to approach him, but you didn't know how. You didn't know him, nor did he know you.

It was a Saturday afternoon and you and your friends were on a night out at a nice bar that had opened a few weeks prior.

As you walked to your table, you saw him and his friends playing pool and laughing brightly. He looked so good in his black button up and dark blue jeans. His silver jewelry contrasted to his tan skin, and the converse sneakers he was wearing really pulled the look together.