Me when I'm in love.

My 5 years old self: *trying to stop a girl I like from going home* No, please don't go.

The girl(teenager): *giggles* I'll come visit here next time.

My 5 years old self: *shakes his head as he bare the pain on his left leg because it is touching a hot exhaust pipe of a motorcycle*

The girl(teenager): *kiss my forehead* I promise you, ok?

My 5 years old self: *started to cry and hugs her* Ok.

The girl(teenager): *hugs back* Ok, I have to go now. Bye~ *rides the motorcycle and went home*

My 5 years old self: *walks into the house, still baring the pain*

My Big Bro: Malik! What happened to your leg!? *noticed back of my left leg is bleeding*

My 5 years old self: *shocked*

Everyone except me: *starts to panicking and find a first aid kit to heal me*

Well, that's me when it comes to love. Oh, and it is true tho about the hot exhaust pipe touching my left leg.

Here a photo of it. (There it is)

Kinda bad, it used to bleed so much that my family wouldn't allowed me to play much.

But it's fine now :D
See ya in the next update! Bye!

#PeaceOut!!
~ProfDabber