It was over. The wind, the trees told him so. It felt good somehow. To know he was only lying to himself; it had all just begun. It seemed the world was rushing at him. This was an emotion, a raw anticipation, which he felt often now. Imagination. He felt the speed race across his [...]
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I don’t think I’ll write any more of this in the third person. It’s too detached, too impersonal. This story isn’t about some fictional character. It’s about me. I don’t like pretending it isn’t. It’s unfair to the both of us. You and I.
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I had my first girlfriend in kindergarten. It was a cute, innocent relationship — things like visiting each other’s houses for birthdays and holidays. Our parents arranged the entire episode. Every trip. As if we were in a foreign culture. At age five. This went on for the next six years. We never kissed, never [...]
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I had my second girlfriend the summer after sixth grade.
I had my first kiss with my third girlfriend in eighth grade.
I had my first love in ninth grade.
After that, firsts aren’t as black and white to me. Plus, I’m not sure I feel comfortable enough with you to reveal when I lost my virginity or [...]
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Ninth grade changed my life. I don’t mean to sound so cheesy and dramatic. It’s when I met my first love. It would end three years later, at the end of my junior year of high school. It would take me years to recover.
Kate. That was her name. Now it seems like an invocation.
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You came down here, as if you would follow me for the rest of my life like a ghost, a banshee. Wailing, like a lost child, waiting for me to hear you. You know what happens when a banshee’s scream is heard, don’t you? Someone dies. That’s right. Someone dies. And I would be willing [...]
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The sweat of your mouth runs sweet in the memory of my mind. I don’t mind. Is it odd I can remember how you taste? Or why you smell? Does this make it easier for me? I don’t mind, but I wonder. When did I start asking so many questions? The blood rushes to me, [...]
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Everything seems so small without you. I want to puke.
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So I am sitting here and thinking of you. Do you realize that? I am thinking of you and you don’t even know. You will never know. Would you care if you did? If I could let you know each time my mind wanders to you? Your spider-sense might never stop going off. Would you [...]
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Answer me this: my spell check (Microsoft Word, Office 95. I’m writing on a laptop that is woefully outdated — a 486 machine with no CD-ROM) tells me TV is spelled capitalized, but with no periods. How did that happen? How did it turn from an abbreviation into an acronym? The invention, TV itself, really [...]
