Never rush me through anything, especially matters of the heart. Even though I might be 100% on board in my heart, my brain orders me to take it slowly, and my brain is no fool. It’s not an insult. It’s damage control. ~ETS #time
Our Memory Is Eternal: Part I of II I was alone in my room, a chalk white color room with the main back wall papered with great big gold flower wallpaper. I had a triple wardrobe, a bed, a dressing table, a chest of drawers, and a changing screen in the room. There was also a door to my sweet bathroom, which had a toilet toilet and a sink in it. Against one of the white walls was a gold flower decal sticker, going up one side of the wall. I had a cream carpet and a shaggy cream rug to one side of my bed. There was a pair of sofas. I was sitting on one of my sofas. I was thinking about all the things that I walked through. I was thinking about Gloria, my first love, who had been forced to terribly break my heart. Since that time, I believed that I would never find someone that my heart and my soul would really want. My friends and my family members, especially my parents, were always trying to convince me to move on in life. They used to tell me that I had a misconception. Sometimes they even used to tell me that life was not over yet. I could probably find someone that I may love more than Gloria. Gloria, my first love, had left me since I was fifteen. Now, I turned seventeen. Still, I never moved on with my life. I was in pain. Crying everyday just became my normal habit. But I still had the hope that I would have her back in my life one day. We would fall in love together again, but I was still in love with her. That may be why I was still in pain because of her. Gloria was fifteen-years-old by the time that she left. I was her first love. She was my first also. We fell in love since we were thirteen. I remember that we used to prepare that we were sick to not go to school so that when our parents went to work, we could spend time together. There was a movie theater at the village that we used to live. We used to ask our parents for money so that we could pay one dollar to get in at the movie theater. Sometimes she paid for me. Sometimes I paid for her. The movie theater was a venue,.