I once met a really fascinating yet bizarre individual when I was still in high school; I mean, everyone is peculiar in some way or another; they only pretended to fit in with the standard that everyone kept emphasizing.
Needless to say, this person, like the girl I just met, has accompanied me on my excursions throughout my years as a senior; we are roughly the same age, and I can say that they have helped me through a lot in ways I hadn't realized until later on, and they may have been the first person to make me realize my own worth.
But, as I previously stated, nothing lasts forever, and after such a long time together, we eventually fell apart, and no matter how hard I try to deny myself the sentimentality I've felt, I always see them through the girl's image, fastidious, sly, and a curious being, always ready to embark on adventures, and always ready to take on the world.
Maybe I did have a friend; I simply didn't recognize it until now.
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Under the Moonlight
Short StoryWould you believe me if I said I met a girl in the mountains years ago? As if anyone would! I find it difficult when folks refuse to believe the extraordinary, usually because they are too accustomed to the mundane. But, in any case, I don't seek to...
