Dany.

He's 7'2, he made the impossible possible again. Thick long blonde hair, grey blue eyes that were beautiful like a fogged sunrise. Great big hands, perfect for the holding. Face so distinctive and bold, you could really tell him from the crowd. Hospital. The funkest eyebrows you will ever see, but his hair took cover for that. Dreams. Berlin, too far. 2. Jenna an utter pain in the butt, but he was worth it.  Katia, a beautiful girl, a lucky one too. Love-Hate relationship. Cuban. 1. Laughing. Leukemia. Hipster. Chrissy, his waste of time. Love. True. Parents, for the while he had them were the greatest ever. August. The month he was. Fear. Beautiful hand writing, took the breathe away. Mother. 5. Insomnia. Health. Long Boarding. Gorillas were his only fear. Mute. 19. Father. Germany for the country he lived in, though his roots were grown in California. Tried. Sign Lanuguage. Romero for his middle, Castillo for his last. 7. Giving. Arnold Palmer, favorite drink. Medicine. Young. San Fransico. Hurt. 4. Secrets. Heart of gold, will of steel. Everyday. Impossible to hate. 14. Shoes. "Lol." Violin. October, the month of his birth. March. Christopher Drew is his obsession. 3. Gorgeous for what he is. Soul. Heart. Mind. Kind, loving, caring, and everything inbetween. Favorite color; Purple. Lost hope, but found it once again. Despised long sleeves, loved the snow. Biggest smile. Age. 18. A number. Silent. Kidney. Strong. Has been though so much, yet he manages to be so amazing. Butterfiles. Undescribibably breath taking..He loved her, and she loved he. All was well until cancer stole him away from me..