I spent a good deal of time last night wondering how I was going to write my current story. I worried that I didn’t know how to do it right. I worried about the order the story should go in. I worried about this and that. In the end, I pretty much gave up on figuring it out. Instead, I just wrote. It may not have come out perfectly, but it came out. I got 500 words on paper last night. So far this morning, I’ve already put another 500 words down. The story is starting to come together.
Today’s poem is a special one for me. I wrote it second semester of my 8th grade year. I had a huge crush on a girl in my class. I had no idea how to tell her. Instead of gathering up the courage to talk to her, I gathered up the courage to give her a poem. I printed it off and slipped it in her locker during the last week of classes. She never made any mention of the poem. But, after that, I had a small amount of courage that made it easier to talk with girls I like. This poem is my introduction to romantic life in High School.