This seems like a great place for me to post this story.
Well, where to begin? 3 years ago, I meant someone, We'll call her B. From the moment i looked over at her, I felt as if I had known her my whole life. I've never been so sure of anything, ever. I suppose, back then I was to nervous to talk to her, and when I did, I either embarrassed myself, or made her laugh. Sadly, she ended up going to a different high school. To this day, I still remember her face, down to every last detail, and think of her every hour.
I suppose, I might just need to learn to forget. Finding her seems like a near impossible task.
