Chapter 1

I can’t say I have a way of words. Or that I even know what I’m writing about. I guess I’m writing about how I found love. And how I lost it because of my prejudice. And how I found it again only to lose it. That woman, I thought I loved her, I thought I could give everything to her, I thought if I was strong enough, I could take care of her. I guess I thought wrong, perhaps she is just another bitch. Or, perhaps I’m not strong enough to admit… To admit that I am a woman.

It began, I suppose, the winter of my sixteenth year. I met a beautiful girl, a girl by the name of Serena. I gazed upon her with almost worshipfully, her long black hair, her coy smile. . . and most of all, her eyes. Her eyes were perfection. beautiful and round, they crinkled just a tiny bit at the corners and brightened when she smiled. Her eyebrows, too, helped only to accentuate the beauty of her eyes, deepening the mood in her expressive eyes. I wanted to always be near her. I wanted to be like her.

This reverence is probably what got me in trouble in the first place. She put a spell over me. Her scent, her soft hands and her eyes. Oh her eyes. I remember them as she asked me to come to her house to help her with the homework in the class we shared. Innocent, her eyes.

She drove me to her house, after school, in her little car. There was chit chat, the usual, when the subject of my love life came up. I became silent.

“Am I being too personal?” she asked quizzically.

I shook my head, “No, it’s not you. It’s just that there’s been a lot going on lately. I think… I think he’s falling for another girl,” my voice cracked and I choked a little on my words.

Her car stopped, we were in front of her house. Her warm arm encircles my shoulders and I lean towards her warmth. “It’s okay,” she whispers…

narf. Finish later. not in the mood anymore.