Stories | 2016

This was the thing; I didn’t even want to have an adventure on the day I did. I was tired, alright. Tired and completely done with the day. It’s funny, though, how thin your perspective on sleep becomes after a perfect pair of legs walks by. Her name was Emily, and I’ll tell you guys all about her.

I can't say she was my first. And i can't say i was hers. But we were each others first love. This much was undoubtable.

Since i’d first sat next to her in the fourth grade there had been a sort of magnetism between us. And as we grew it inevitably turned to a sort of a teenage longing. The object of unrequited passion, just beyond our fingertips.

We lived in a small West-Coast mountain hamlet with two high schools. And of course we both went to the other.