Memoir of a Lost son

ing and soaring through the sky, I visioned myself as Apollo fallen fate to her beauty and the flutter of her eyes. Beauty just as timeless as a constellation, she wa

guilty though I tried to follow Perch's advice but the more I spent t

le at it have a cup of Turungi(tea without milk), That was the on

d up with heartbreak, Carol would bulge at any time from six-fifteen and we would ponder on t

ou know the one you could slap and she wouldn't feel it, Catherine wasn't fat at all her waist 5 5 1 #line, she could show her stomach in

ng in senior classes I would know who d

e (no nice words to describe her though)one day she wrote a love letter and dumped into my locker when I came back I read realizing this I asked her in front of

Sammy one of my sidekicks, The kind of guys you mentor from being a wingman to the main man and they outgr

dn't know was it actually brought me and Catherine much closer, She would approach me and ask me to escort her home in the evening. that wa

se wasn't that was Caroline she confronted me one evening with tears in her eyes, I decided to pour out my heart and

was afraid of girls that's what I was wondering too as I sat in my cubicle and