Well, yet another story 'bout me. I like tellin' people 'bout the diddlies in my life!
Anyways, it's clear on what this is about.
Whistling a tune, I waltzed up inna the café. I went to the mini book section, and looked at some fiction books. That's when I saw her. The most beautiful work of art I'd ever seen. She was reading my favorite book: Inkheart.
I knew right away that we belonged together. I went to the table she was sitting at. Kayla looked so beautiful; she had glasses, freckles, long black hair, and-- her eyes ---they were a beautiful blue. Little gray flecks surfaced them.
"Hello." Her voice was gold. Such beauty.
My heart pounded, the blood hammering my ears.
"Hi. H-how are you?" I responded
I began to think: we're off to a good start.
"I'm doing good. I foung this book"-- she showed me the cover --"and I love it!"
"I like that book, too! I think we have the same taste in books, maybe."
After a good ol' chat with Kayla, we exchanged numbers. As I rode my bike home, I wondered: does she like me back? No...she can't. But the next day, Kayla revealed she had.
A few months later, we began to date. Into college, we deepened the relationship. Now, I don't want to sound mushy, but I loved her so, so, so, super much. Now, we never married, but we were close.
And after getting so close, she left. That's also why I jumped off River Road. To die. So, basically, she's another cause for my craziness. Love is bad.
