I so understand where this story is coming from. She was a new student at my HS, and a latest member of the JROTC drill team, which is where I met her..nearly a year later, I having taken a temporary job, not only to make money, but to get a good grasp on the polotics of the real world..she broke up with me...there are other circumstances within that...Sept. 18 I realized that the day before would have been our one year...I hadn't even thought about it...I broke down into tears...well...sorry to bother you with this...just know that there are others out there.

And...? Continue, please. It's really good! _

I can tell it's a non-fiction. And I can tell it's something you deeply care about, something that has impacted your life... In otherwords, it's great.

I don't mean to sound like my friend, but; It sounds sophisticated, and something I've considered writing before. Though, the subject is different. I'm not old enough for that...

I don't mean to sound like my friend, but; It sounds sophisticated, and something I've considered writing before. Though, the subject is different. I'm not old enough for that...

I don't mean to sound like my friend, but; It sounds sophisticated, and something I've considered writing before. Though, the subject is different. I'm not old enough for that...

sam... im glad you are finally exposing the pain that tortured you for so long, and i see it as my personal respocibility that you look back at you story, thinking nothing more but it being a plain story, a recollection of past events. you heard me, past events. i may speak poor english sam, but i understand everything you are writing... nothing has drawn me closer to tears... except my time without you... the one thing i promised my cousin is finally becoming a reality... you will forget the pain you felt, as it is temperarily replaced with untolerable torture that i myself face equally... i sincerely love you, your absence only a test of my love... i thought i might realize my love as being false... i dont care anymore, if im not truely in love with you, it is something else, something stronger, something unmatchable, something immortal... forever my love, i wish to read poems that make me cry in terms of joy, as apposed to sadness generated from my relation to what you are feeling... i love you sam, i truelly do... i felt the same doubt, uncertainty, tears left the parched pits at my realization of the possibility your love might be lost... mine cannot be, it glows with a blinding aura, one that will guide you for the rest of your life... until you tell me to go away at least... and you will become a famous writer, i can feel your words like spears to my heart every word paints for me a dark, misreble picture one that i will erase and recreate with your help after these dark gloomy days reside... just remember, there is a calm before the storm, and the storm is me, so i will be abcent for now, but eventually, all will feel my wrath, but one will be in the eye of the storm, forever, and ever... te quiero

This sounds like it will make an awsome short story. Stories that come from life experiences, I find, are always the best tales. So, write on. complete a story my fellow writer. This was a good intro. It leaves all sorts of questions in my mind, exactly as I think it was inteded to. Good job. Write more ~Lisa~