Starting is the hardest part, until you have to continue, then continuing is the hardest part. If you would have told me that a year ago I'd be sitting here in the hospital praying for Griffin Monroe, I would have told you to stay off crack. I look up from my hands to see the Doctor walking in. His eyes are drawn tight and he takes a breath as he sits down. I sit among his family.
His dad has his arms around his stepmom Jaime. Griffin's brother Chase is over pacing in the corner. His wife Candy sits with a tiny infant in her arms. How did I get to become surrounded and caring about people I didn't know a year ago? Well I'll tell you the story.
Romeo and Juliet is possibly the lamest story ever. I have to keep typing to meet my deadline I know that. The idea that forbidden love is exciting and enough to kill yourselfs over for is dumb.
My parents have been married for thirty years. they love each other, and all they do is the dishes together. My little brother Charlie loves his toy dinosaur Goliath. The two of them go on mystical adventures together. Charlie will send the green stuffed herbivore down the slide first and Goliath will be there waiting to pick him up.
My friends Alex and Sarah love me, they listen to me complain as I tell them about my English professor who can't seem to understand what I am trying to communicate. He doesn't like the way that I try to create stories in the thousands of research papers I have to write. But the whole idea of romantic love being worth dying for, I've never experienced it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some hideous beast that can't be loved. I'm attractive for my age, but here's the thing that turn so many men off: I won't have sex. I don't know what I'm doing, keep writing.
As soon as they heard the words come out of my mouth and realize I'm not an easy lay, the majority of them back off. The noble few who decide to stay are convinced that they will change my mind. Look, growing up Christian is something that sticks with you. Now that we've established guys find me attractive, but I'm stubborn as hell, and nobody will change me. At least that was true until I met Austin. Look, I'm a story teller so I'm going to tell you one hell of a story.
I shut the glass door behind me as I walked into a room with all of the other college
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