She entered the band room, and my eyes instantly fixated upon this magnificent girl. She was the embodiment of beauty and put Aphrodite to shame. She had hair that reached somewhere between the middle and small of her back. Her face was one that seemed innocent but begged to be guilty. She had shoulders that were wider than her waist, hips wider than her shoulders. The ‘hourglass’ figure a body that most men fantasize about and drool over. She greeted me with a vibrant smile, and I knew at that moment that she was the one. At the moment she was in a relationship, and that brought down my spirits a bit, but I was still determined to make her mine. After a few weeks of work, she finally became my little daffodil.
We loved each other to the furthest extent that teenage love could go. We spent countless hours together and made memories that would leave imprints on both of our conscience. Of course, with every relationship, there are a few ups and downs, but no roller coaster can compare to ours. About two months into the relationship I slammed into a wall known as ‘communication,’ and our relationship was seriously at risk. Some people say that you can be in love with two people at the same time; one for the physical pleasure (which I was providing) and one for the emotional pleasure (which my archrival at the time was producing). After two weeks, I managed to fix some problems we were having after some conversation and all was well.
But soon I was faced with...