The Forgotten Past

Every time I begin a story, I usually start with the title because it reminds me of what I should write. But, today I'm writing about you. I procrastinated long enough. Every time I try to put pen to paper, I got overwhelmed with emotions. Memories flood back like a broken dam. I have to tread carefully on this one because you are the story of all my other stories, the one I revolves around and the one I wished did not end.  It has to be my masterpiece, not one I will read again and again but one that can fully shows how I feel these 6 years. Now, how do I begin? There are so many things to describe you and the way we meet but there is no way to say it without it sounding like a cliché from a book. I could tell you stories about football, my passion and how my day is going on but when it comes to you, I have no words. I just want to get out the entire cliché before I go any further. Yes, she is pretty and yes she is intelligent and has a smile that melts me. Yes she did

Him I’m halfway to the bathroom when my alarm started ringing. I left it ringing because I'm too lazy to walk back and turn it off. Another day of waking early for school in where I'm going to do nothing. I turned on the bathroom light and tried to compromise with myself on how shit this day going to be.                 I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Way, going to be 16 this July and hell, my life is great. Being an alpha male when around my friends bring extra confidence in you and everyone just wants to know you. Having girls to ask for your number or boys to ask you to join their football team is almost a daily routine. Of course I play hard to get. So far, I have been in no relationship cause no girl is up to my standard. But, you know how puberty works. Here and then, I go gaga over celebrities.                 Outside of school, I’m more of a celebrity than a normal teenager. I co-write a book with a local author and that’s when people started n