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Another Love Story.
I’m pretty sure everyone had fallen in love with a special person before in their life. Well, I did and I fell pretty hard for him. It all started out as being friends, the ones where we would listen to each others days. He listened to what I had to say patiently and soon we started growing mutual feelings for each other. I was scared to fall in love after hearing all the heartbreaking stories from my friends. I didn’t talk to him for a few months later. He asked me “why weren’t you on? I waited for you everyday, wondering where you were.” I told him I had a project to do. I was afraid to tell him that I was falling in love with him. It sounds silly doesn’t it? We continued to talk again and soon he asked me out. My heart started racing really fast and before I knew it I simply said “yes”. During our relationship, there were lots of problems starting from the distance to the lack of trust. The worse one was the distance. We lived so many miles apart it was hard for us to see each other. I would have to wait every summer just to see him. Then there was the age difference between us. He was older than me a couple of years but that didn’t stop us from being together. There were a lot of people judging us saying we wouldn’t last long or that he was just using me. I didn’t want to listen to the bull they had to say, knowing they were all lies. We even talked about our future saying how after I graduate from High School we would get married and I would continue my education in Cornell University, the college I wish to go into. Then, we would move to maybe Florida or California and have about 4 kids. It seems so much of a dream doesn’t it? I wish it could come true. I miss the love we had. I miss the late night calls and texts. I miss the cute compliments you would say to me but most of all I miss him.
Chapter XVIII
In a matter of weeks, I’ll be starting my first year in college. I look back at all my past experiences, and I honestly feel like I could make a movie of my life. From dancing to Michael Jackson’s vids when I was two, to learning to read and write at the age of three…being made fun of for the next ten years by everyone in school because of my homosexuality and then my father abandoning me specifically because of my homosexuality. High school comes and I come out of the closet my freshman years…I start making very little friends, and just about a month ago, most of them decided to stab me real hard in the back which opened my eyes and showed me they were never real friends to begin with…
And here I am now, in just a few more weeks, I’ll be taking an English major in college to pursue my dream to become a writer…because writing a novel series has been the biggest dream of my life. Even though dancing has taken a back seat to my writing (and I am currently writing a novel series at this very moment), I’ll still always love to dance; I’ll get more serious with dancing once I get farther with my writing.
All this hard work of mine will soon enough pay off…all the struggles I went through as I grew up will no longer matter; my dreams are going to become a reality.
