Personal Narrative: Song Memoir

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Song Memoir
"I got a problem and I don't know what to do about it"
I had not heard this song in the longest of times and when I heard it, I felt like a wave of emotion was rushing onto me. It was Ne-Yo’s best single All Because of You. It had been stuck in my head for a long time and now I was finally hearing it again. I savored every moment I had in this song because as it played on and Ne-Yo transitioned from rap to soulful vocals it emanated powerful emotion. I continued to listen, tranquilly appreciating one of Ne-Yo's most loved singles. I didn’t realise just why I felt so passionate about this song until I heard Ne-Yo sing "You're just so sweet you make me complete!". I was listening to this same verse when I encountered the girl who
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My thick skull overpowered her fragile one and sent her tumbling to the ground. Way passed the point of embarrassment, I gently helped her onto her feet and sat her down on the bench beside us. In a slow-motion like manner I briefly glanced into her bright blue eyes and realized she was that pretty girl who sat in front of me in math class. I waited for her to come to and asked her "Are you ok?"
"Yeah. I think so" she replied.
"Look I am really sorry for bumping into you! I wasn't paying attention."
At that moment the bus arrived. The bus driver glanced at her sorry condition and my misleading nervous expression, and naively bellowed "What's...ohhhhhh. Getting acquainted with the opposite gender are we? Haha Don't worry it comes with your high-school experience" he said having obviously mistaken my befuddled look for worry. "Continue, but please get on this bus before I leave you behind."
We got ourselves onto the bus and I took the seat next to her.
"Is he usually this friendly?" I asked her
"Ha are you kidding, that’s the meanest he gets!"
We gazed at each other's eyes for a moment. Gosh those eyes are beautiful.
"Right, I'll be seeing you"she replied ending what seemed like an eternal silence.
"Uhh nice talking to you then, Oh and here are your books" Then I sat back trying to act

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