My mother always says to me, “Dear, boys are animals. They can only focus on one thought at a time. Do not take their actions around you to heart because they probably don’t mean it” This …show more content…
What more could I possibly need? That question raced around in my brain like a gold medal cyclist during the Olympics. Around and around this idea spun, not ceasing for a moment for my conscience to perfectly analyze it. What more could I possibly need to be happy? Throughout my grade 10 year, I had not come up with an answer to this question. That is, until I met Dean. Dean was the guy that every girl dreams of being with. A guy whose hair reflected sunshine, whose eyes filled your soul with confidence and hope, and a voice that was so melodic that one could get lost in its inflections. Every morning, night, and the hours in between I thought of Dean. I did not know him very well, because he and I had very few classes together and were part of different social groups, but somehow he was always on my mind. A never wavering, never faltering image that accompanied my cyclist’s circuit. That’s it! Romance. For me to be happy, I must be loved in more ways than platonic. My pursuit of him was in no way a reflection of the notorious Discovery Channel documentaries of