D. Beginning

by Jena   Sep 14, 2004


I would have never looked twice at that wild-haired boy...if he hadn't cunningly crept his way into my life...and eventually into my heart.

If he hadn't captured my soul with such intensity, while looking into my eyes with his two dark puddles...I would still be the miserably lonely person that I was when he saved me.

He mended my broken heart; first with friendship, and then with a newfound love.

I didn't plan this...and I promised myself to never return the tenderness and adoration I found in his puppy-dog brown eyes...But I failed completely.

(D.) (early years)

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