Sweet. Is life?

The Start

Young a boy, I'd look at the successful ones and say, "Wow, what a life they live, what I'd pay to have a piece of their living". And thought joined with me to say that I'd get their and I was destined for the place. I was however challenged by the facts of who and where I was from, so hard, my heart went faint for that vision I held dear. As growth bonded with me, as age pasted itself on me with the glue of time, i got to realize who I was. I am a heart, a soul, a being that has the liking and love for plenty, each only for little a time.

At a young age i fell in love. The girl was like none I've seen. She embraced me and in her I was defined and expressed both at the same time. She made sweet the bowls of bitterness that would be on my table, and like honey, with a smile I'd gobble all and to the fill of my heart. She grew with me and how deep my love goes for her, only heaven can measure. Music her name. She helped me get some more friends to the less than ten dear ones I had. Through all i went she always had something beautiful to say. I don't remember attending any wedding as a groom, but in no church we were bound for eternity.

I was human and prone to error. I still am. I once by no ill intent broke her plate. This She was the girl that caused some reactions that felt awkward to show and magical to feel. I wasn't yet that much of a man. My boyhood helped me make a mistake of not saying yes to her, and this earned me an enemy.

As the rough road came to an end, I joined high school which too did not fly through less drama. For a love letter, collecting signatures of fellow students, writing insult full songs and possessing a freemasonry book- which I had borrowed- I was awarded a two week suspension that cost me some shameful examination results for some long period of time. I had missed an exam. As the four year course ended though, heavens blessed me with results that were my stairway into university. Where I am as I write this. Where it all starts.