Sometimes boys stay beautiful

Hello all! Last weekend I saw a boy that I knew of at a friend's wedding. I knew of him because I had seen him several times before (he went to my little brother's school) when he was smack dab in the middle of my AOA, around 10-11 years old. Well, when I first saw him, I was stunned. He looked like the prototypical English schoolboy, with blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, fair skin, and a school uniform with socks pulled up to his knees. Very striking. Anyway, I just saw him again this weekend but didn't recognize him at first. All I saw was the most beautiful 15-16 year old boy that I have ever seen. He had his blond hair combed back perfectly, a winning smile on his lips, and he was dancing with lots of pretty young girls. Now, I don't usually notice teenagers like this, but I noticed him. I couln't stop looking at him all night, as a matter of fact. Upon asking a friend, I found out that he was the same little boy that I had noticed some time ago. It made me realize that puberty doesn't always ravage those who undergo it. Sometimes it just enhances the beauty that their bodies can't help but exude. More directionless drivel from ChoirBoy.