The Untold Story

His name was so average but his life was not. He was so average, but his story was not. He could have been something less, something normal. Normal was bad in his eyes.

Michael was his name, so average in his eyes. So typical. Was he wrong?

His family, crazed they were. They weren't drug addicts, but they weren't caring nor decent. What Michael wanted was to be loved, to be cared for.

Love was lacking in his heart, he did not feel love. The blackness of hate surrounded him. Yet he himself loved.

That first girl, that first girl he loved circling his mind in a continuous cycle. Pain he feels in his heart, why he couldn't save her from herself.

It started one day, he saw her, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, riding her bike. He decided to follow her, to try to talk to her. He had to meet her.

He went outside, and eventually he found her. They talked for a while, and he made other friends.

This, as it was, this was the moment that would change him forever.

Two young boys became his friends, and this beautiful young girl was a friend now.

Time ticked on, the friendship seemed to become more, they were together a lot. But this 14 year old boy, he did not know what was in his heart for this 11 year old girl. He loved her, but he did not know.

He desired her.

This love, he cared deeply for her. He did not know.

The most fun days he remembered, the sexual fun he will never forget.

This relationship, this unknown love, this was what defined him.

This relationship, it will forever torture him.

It was a child being a child, it was a teen in love.

She moved to a substance illegal, a popular one, a dangerous one.

Marijuana became a friend to her, as did guys. But it was not him.

Was he forgotten? Was he truly forgotten?

Forgotten is the last time he saw her, yet her perfect beauty still in his mind.

The time he left his hometown, a hard moment knowing he would never see her again.

His dad not knowing he would leave, but he knew truly.

The time he left the city to go to Detroit in cold February, his three day walk to Ohio in that same February.

This is my life, though only 21, two years homeless, an epic freezing walk and a love to never be forgotten.