Hi, my name's Clay, and this is the story about the girl who got away.
I know what you're thinking, you want to know what's going on and where this story leads but first, I have to start from the very beginning.
It all started when we were born. I was delivered at exactly 12:00am on January 9th. As for her, she was delivered a few months later, on May 25th. I honestly couldn't tell you the time though.
Our mothers have been best friends since high school so her and I grew up together, like siblings. We always argued over little things, like siblings should, but I was always there for her when times got tough.
The first real example of this happened to take place during our Freshman year. This also happened to be around the time I realized I couldn't stand other guys recieving her attention. Every time I seen a guy near her, or even looking at her the wrong way, it made me want to be a non-civilized human being. It made me feel like I was somehow wired wrong - like I was a defect.
At first, I thought it was just me being a "protective brother" but the more those situations happened, the more I realized that I loved her.
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The One That Got Away
RomanceHi, my name's Clay and this is the story about the one who got away. It's been a few years now... Well, maybe more than a few, but that's not the point. The point is, I'm going to tell you a beautiful, heart-reckoning story about love, faith, trial...
