| My name is actually extremely well suited to me. As many of you will know, High School is tough, where being yourself often means being abused and rejected, no matter how friendly or nice you are. Unfortunately the defense mechanism I put up was acting like the tough guy jock that I appeared to be, my true nerdy, funny, and somewhat romantic nature hidden beneath this mask. For years this stifled many relationships, keeping me at a distance from all the girls at my school. Most of them were stuck up, probably due to the fact that we were all upper class white kids, but there were a few good ones I likely passed up. To my excitement however, once I graduated my real self came back to the surface, and my new friendships blossomed, and one in particular grew into something special. However, that is a story told in my writing, and all you really need to know here is that I am exactly as my name describes me, a closet romantic. Love is the most important thing in my life, the only thing that matters and something that I have pursued for a long time. I think that I treasure it so much because I have virtually everything else, money, friends, luxury, and happiness, but still there is a hole in my heart. The one thing I lacked for years is the one thing I crave now, though you would not be able to tell by meeting me. My sensitivity is something I keep well hidden from those who would take advantage of it, though that is something I regret on occasion. |
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"Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate."
David Pratt
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