It's when I'm older, around 21 now, a huge super star with tons of adoring fans and men, but I only want him. I published a book about my seventh and eighth grade year a few weeks ago, every word describing the pain I endured through those years, trying to fall out of love, but it never went away. Only to follow me like a shadow, keeping me from falling in love with any other guy. It's pouring outside as the rain falls lightly, as it gets harder and harder. Pitter patter pitter patter. I look so much different since I did in middle school, I finally feel, beautiful, but in a way, i still feel like the ugly, bullied girl back when i was in school. I stroll slowly through the rain in my black leather heeled boots, a black leather dress, and topped off with a black leather jacket. I have huge silver hoops in my ears, with my coroding Forever necklace I've had since I was in the seventh grade. I stare at the ground as I think of him, my love. The love I haven't seen in over eight years. A tear escapes my eyes as my eyes turn emerald green. The street is completely empty in the cold, rainy morning of New York City. Until a car pulls up, I get startled and come to a stop as the driver quickly parks in the middle of the rode and climbs out. My mouth widens in disbelief, and my hands start to go numb frome either coldor pure shock. He comes close to me, pulling me close, gently placing his lips to mine as his breathe feels warm against my drenched and freezing face. He slowly pulls away and smiles at me with his beautiful, beautiful smile. I am finally, with my love, my first, and my only, love.
