Personal Narrative: Why I Love Me

I start everyday the same, I wake up, take a shower, and go to school. That might not seem like much does it? In all reality, that part of the day is the longest and the worst. I have to face the scariest thing everyday. What can be so scary you ask? Well, have you ever loved someone so much that you couldn’t stop thinking of that person? Have you ever loved someone so much that, that one person is everywhere you go no matter if they are actually there or not? Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts to see them talking to anybody but you? Have you ever loved that one person so much you’d do anything in your power for them to be happy or smile? Now I’m gonna ask you a different question, do they feel the same? You might say yes and …show more content…
I am writing this so that I can share what I have experienced with that one person I thought loved me the same way, I loved for that individual. Love is the best thing this world has to offer, but it is also the worst. It hit me in an instant. I wanted absolutely no part of Love. It’s about a week in of school. I see her sitting there raising her hand, she’s so excited to answer the question. As she answers the question, I can’t help but to think that there was something special about this girl and I’ve never seen her before so I knew she was new. This day wasn’t when I fell for her. No, not even close. That day was just the day that I decided that I needed to talk to her somehow. Later that week was our …show more content…
What this girl doesn’t realize is that I would do anything and everything for her. I want her back so ba-- NO I need her back without her the lights and colors are gone. This went somewhere on it’s own I thought I’d write about how love was fake but this is making me believe that love is the realest thing ever, but it is only real, if it’s two-sided. I would do anything for this girl to be mine again. I see her everyday at school I try and try not to look at her to avoid the pain, but I just can’t resist. Her beauty is of no other. She sits there and looks just fine everyday. Always cheerful. How is it that she is so happy when she says that she is sad? I sit there everyday watching her talk and laugh with everyone, while I keep to myself, broken. I felt as if when we met, it was our destiny, It’s ironic because that was her name. She always said she never really cared for the name Destiny, but to me that name was of a great Goddess. That’s exactly what she was I could compare her beauty to that of Aphrodite the very beautiful Goddess of