"For your first paper in collage, I want you to write about who you think you are. Length doesn't matter; I just want what you think of your life so far. I need it by Monday."
Gay assignment. I still hadn't decided if I was going to do it when I sat down and took a piece of paper out. I picked up my pen and started to write, not even thinking of what I was writing. I finished, and the next day, I turned it in. the professor looked at me in surprise, which wasn't unnatural. I barely turned in anything on time, let alone early.
"I'll grade it today and get it back to you tomorrow." I nodded and walked out the door. I walked into my dorm, plopped down on the bed, and thought about what I had written, remembering the words clearly.
Who am I? Well, to be frank, I had no clue until this year. I was, or at least, I thought I was, living the greatest life possible. I was popular, my grades weren't terrible, and I had amazing friends. But I guess I thought I had a god life because I refused to accept all the things that were wrong in my life. When my dad left my mom and me, I shut him out of my life and eventually out of my heart. I didn't talk or see him. Soon, I forgot the grief he gave me and moved on, pretending life was perfect. After he was out, my popularity went up. It seemed, the more I forgot him, the more I forgot my heartache, life would be at an ultimate high. But I was just kidding myself. I was passing through life, barely noticing the things that went by me. But then something, or rather someone, came into my life and showed me the light. Literally.
When I think back to the night where it all began, two emotions arise. One being that it was the stupidest moment in my entire life. The other being it was the smartest. That event, which I'm sure everyone can recall, brought Jamie into my life. She alone was the best thing that happened to me. It began as a simple acquaintance, for she was helping me with my lines for the school play. During that play, she sang with a voice like an angel. I think that's when I first fell in love with her, but I refused to accept it. All I knew was I was never going to be the same.
We started to spend time together, and eventually I wasn't ashamed of her. She showed me things I never knew were possible. Soon, I was dating her. Crazy, I know. We were and impossible couple, but our love for each other was more important. But I found out why she was hesitant at first. She was dying. I tried not to treat her differently, but it was hard. She looked so weak, and I was so close to losing her so many times. I proposed. Her dream had always been to marry in her father's church, so I made her wish come true. We had a little time together before she left me.
So who am I? I'm not entirely sure, but I do know one thing. I would be nothing, without Jamie.
I got an A+.
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