I'm going to paint you a picture with words. The picture is now almost two decades old and still retains the rose-tinted warmth of the first glance at true romance, shining from someplace deep within the heart that can't quite be described but we all cling to like those last few blissful moments of sleep on a cold winter morning.
In Septemeber of 1994, I met a boy in geometry class. He said hi to me and I, polite but shy, brushed him off. Two months later, I was attacked by three boys in the gym during group class. I fought back because that what my daddy said I was allowed to do. While I was chasing one of the assailants, my eyes met t