I used to think I could have been very clear about him. He is the kind of person who looks cold on the outside, but is full of passion and dreams on the inside. I've always found him a difficult person to get close to because he is always reticent and not good at expressing his emotions. However, fate changed my opinion of him completely.
We met in college, he was a quiet and reserved boy, always sitting alone in the corner, immersed in his own world. The first time I saw him, I was drawn to his deep eyes, as if they could read through my mind.
We weren't classmates, but we met a lot on campus, and gradually, we built up. He rarely speaks, but every time he sees me, he greets me with a smile and makes me feel warm and grounded.
Our relationship gradually deepened, and I began to feel that I had developed a special affection for him, which was not friendship or love, but an inexplicable closeness and dependence.
However, just when I thought there would be further development between us, an accident changed my opinion of him completely.
It was a cold winter night, and I was staying up late in the library to revise when I suddenly received a call from him. His anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Where are you? Come out, I need your help!"
I heard the panic in his voice, and immediately put down the book in my hand and ran out of the library. When I got to where he was, I saw a sight that hurt my heart - he was curled up on the ground, covered in blood, with a deep wound on his forehead.
Frightened, I rushed forward, helped him to his feet, and stopped the bleeding from his forehead with a handkerchief. I asked him what the hell was going on, and he told me that he was attacked by a group of delinquent youths who robbed him of his wallet and phone.
My heart was filled with anger and helplessness, and I didn't know what to do. But looking at his hurt appearance, I made up my mind that I would protect him and not let anyone hurt him again.
I helped him back to my dorm, changed him into clean clothes, wiped his wounds, and cooked him a bowl of hot soup. He lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, and I looked at his tired and delicate face, and my heart was filled with an inexplicable touch.
From that day on, my opinion of him changed completely. I no longer felt that he was a cold and withdrawn person, and I saw the tenderness and kindness in his heart. I began to realize that love can really change a person and make a person more warm, kind, and brave.
Since then, our relationship has become more intimate, we rely on each other, support each other, and accompany each other. I know that no matter what happens in the future, I will be by his side and watch over him forever. Because I know that love can change a person and make a person more perfect.