I Love You

I LOVE YOU


"We would have made great friends."
-Amanda Donahue

Prelude
I knew the day was to come when I would overtake my previous attempts at love and prove myself worthy of the endless highway that poisons my very soul. that day could, however, only come with the courage and knowledge of knowing that anything could possibly happen under the cirumstances that she said yes.
Though these circumstances would only be met when the next dance would approach. Until February 14, 2008, my heart ws a ticking time bomb of spontaneous tragedy. Although the signature of time in no way coincides with the fact of spontaneousness, I can not possibly describe it any differently.
I was told to write this story under a light tone, due to the instructions of Zachary David Hall. Zack had instructed me to write this tale under the imposing threat of a man at least two feet shorter than me sicking his 10-pound, 2-year old cat on my ass. As I write down these very words, Zack is monitoring my every word via phone. Due to the fact that he requests I tell him every word that shows up on the monitor, I will move on to the story and show you the tragedies of the world that is seventh grade in its prime.
The school year had started approximately 2 months ago. But far more importantly than the seemingly short interval in time between the beginning of September and now was the fact that the first dance was encroaching upon me. To put it simply, I loved Amanda Donahue. And even more importantly, there was nothing I could do about it.
If Amanda were to be categorized under a mass of mythological creatures, she would have almost certainly been categorized as my personal siren. I never survived one minute of 7th grade without thinking of her. She was like a disease to me. But a disease I would never cure, even if I wanted to.


"I can't believe you're giving up so much for so little."
-Zack Hall

Chapter One
If I had known the pain that inevitably fallen me, I would have not become that which I am today.