This essay is written for an assignment for English class.

Any resemblance to any person living or dead is not *intentional.

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He

He was handsome. Brown eye chap with a mane of tousled black hair His raven black hair was smooth and shiny, almost comparable to a girl’s. His eyes are a beautiful hazel brown color; his eyes are like the stars, twinkling and mysterious. Gorgeous was the slim nose he had and exquisite was his high cheekbones. His mouth was always in a wide smile and his chapped pale pink lip was constantly hidden behind a sheen of gloss.

He had a towering build, standing at 1.86 metres tall. His limbs were longer then typical Asian men, a normal sight for men who played basketball. His legs had a few scars. “Trophies” he would chuckle in a low pitch voice with mirth. He was always amused that whenever he was awarded the Most-Valuable Player award, he would ‘earn’ a scar. Always an item of worry, I might say. However, nevertheless, he still stood perfect in my sight.

He had a pair of large smooth hands. His fingers long and slim, just like a pianist. In fact, who would have thought that this sports loving lad would love to play the piano, an object often placed side by side with elegance and grace?

He was just like a shape shifting were wolf, holding personalities like a deck of cards and playing them when the situation is right.

On the basketball court, he was like a ferocious lion; a formidable player who was strong in defense and fierce in offense, His muscular body gave him the stamina to run without feeling desperate for breath. Contradicting all popular believes about tall players, he was as agile as a monkey, his movements were fluid like water and in no way was it viscous. In the game, he was like a figure skater, his moves were smooth and his shots were beautifully executed. His defense was parallel to a mother bear protecting her baby cubs, ferocious and merciless. His eyes were sharp like an eagle and he was as quick as a cheetah. These two qualities of his always helped the team change the possession of the ball in the blink of an eye.

On the other hand, the moment he step onto the stage of the auditorium, the serious face he had would be gone and replaced with a more relax one. He would be so relaxed that it was virtually impossible for anybody to spot a wrinkle on his face. When he sat on the bench, the atmosphere would instantly change. Everybody would quieten down and seat expectantly. Only when he felt that he was in the right mood would he then lifts his hands and placed them on the keyboard. When he began to press the first note of the piece, all the tension from the match would be immediately translated into passion, hot burning passion. You could see it through his eyes, see it through his every movement and feel it through the intensity of the notes. He was able to bring the piece’s emotions out and infect the spectators with the feeling of the song. Once the piece was over, the silence would be quickly overcome with a deafening applause, a standing ovation.

He is rather hot-headed, quick to blow up, quick to throw a temper. However, he was also easy to cool down. If he was mad with something, all he needed were a few loving, soothing words for him to simmer down. Like a child, he craved for attention and love, sometimes even pouting when I spend too much time with my son, our son.

In my mind, there is a man who completely fills my thoughts. He astounds me and I know, if I did not meet him, I will never be the same. He had dreams - he aspired to be a professional basketball player and wanted to be a renowned pianist. His dreams and mine differed greatly. However, despite having different dreams, different goals in life, we managed to build a world together. With our very own two hands, we created a new dream, a new vision, and a new life where he was every part of me.

He is definitely not perfect, he has flaws. He is hot headed and is always craving for attention. However, the imperfections that I saw in him were all the past. Now the he that I see, is not only a handsome man with beautiful facial features and a tall build but a perfect man who is lovely in all aspect and the love of my life. He is my husband.

He is Josh.

Written By: Chloé Chan

Short Author's Note:

This story was written by moi for English class in which the title was [HE] and yeah, this was the essay that I wrote. Whether I was thinking of somebody while writing this essay will be kept a secret. However, it might just be loosely 'inspired'. Why its a might? Cause when I went home and think carefully about what I wrote, I realised that it actually did resembled somebody. The name, for those who are very close to me, you might know that it kinda resemble my ___________ name. Well, its a pure coincident. I was really running out of names. This is the edited version for my class collection of good essays [Facets]. The original i will type it out but be warned, it has rather lot of mistakes. FYI for those who want to know, the score for my original essay was 7/10 and that was with like a lot a lot of grammar mistakes. HAHA :D However, like what my mum said. I oughta be ashamed cause I'm not getting the best mark I can achieve :/ Haish... but, still! I'm proud of this piece cause it's my first time attempting to write a REAL REAL REAL descriptive essay with absolutely NO PLOT, nothing. Just me (or rather 'me') and the person that I am describing (which is my 'husband') HAHA. Yes, and some might be thinking,

'Hey 7/10? That's like low dude!'

Well, I would agree and say that I am a horrible writer IF my English teacher isn't Mrs Tan (who btw, is an AWESOME English teacher). Mrs Tan's marking although is very strict, but to me its a rather accurate gauge on where my writing standard is actually at. Not forgetting that Mrs Tan have A LOT A LOT of GOOD (I mean it, the description is mind blowing) descriptive essay and for her to write a comment

'good descriptive'

I yelped, screamed, screeched, jumped for joy, was on cloud nine, felt ecstatic, euphoric and all the other expressions that can express the immense happiness as well as feeling of accomplishment I felt. It is really awesome :D

For a fuller more complete version of the 'commentary' about this essay, stay tuned :D

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