The first time I ever saw him I was feeling particularly lonely. I was in a new place, that was soon to be my school and my church combined. It was going to be where I would make memories that would last a lifetime, yet I could not even put a slight smile on my face. I felt out of place, all of these people were at home, but I was somewhere new. They were all sitting together talking, gossiping, laughing, creating memories, and I was sitting in the far left wishing that I could love this place. I had never been in a place where I did not have a friend or even acquaintance, the loneliness consumed me, it became part of me as I sat there in jealousy of the people around me. I looked around the semi-circle and examined every person individually. All the girls were skinny and beautiful, with long shiny hair and in style personalities. All the guys were tall and slick, with tie and suit, and the smirks of kings. My glasses started the slip and I pushed the huge square glasses back on my narrow face. At this time the speaker had already gone up to the pedestal to talk about youth group summer activities and what-not. I tuned him out and instead fixed my eyes on the man that had just walked in the door, a bit clumsily. He was tall and skinny. My first impression was 'Woah, he's perfect.' His half Japanese eyes met mine and I knew that I was out of his league, but there was something about him that made me hold on to him. I don't know what it was mabey it was the apple of his golden brown eyes.
~ Love, Aspen
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Love, Aspen
PertualanganThis is the journal of Aspen Jacobsen, my journal. If you read along you will see that every entry is a part of my story. Together the entry's show the complications of teenage love and hate, they show what true commitment is. I have found that stor...
