Author's Note: Hey guys, this is the first chapter of my new ff. I'm excited about this idea so it shouldn't be a problem getting through it. Reviews are bueno!! :)

'She wasn't like anyone else; she was so much more than that.'

I spaced out as he spoke. I was just in awe of this moment. I was buying a laptop, first real big purchase I had ever made with my own money. Not to mention it was for college. 'College' we can go ahead and add that to my list of scariest things ever. Along with marriage, that chick from the ring, and pickles.

"This one is your best bet if you're more into using—"

'What the fuck was this guy talking about? RAM? Video cards? And what the fuck is CPU usage?' I didn't care. My main loves were music, photography, and writing. I just needed a place where I could bring all three together.

By the time I had left Best Buy, I had a new HP something or another, with 320 giga-somethings and a lot of RAM, whatever the hell that is. As soon as I got home I began transferring over my poetry from my notebooks. I stumbled upon an old poem I hadn't read in years. I smiled as I recalled the memory that sparked the inspiration for it.

'We put forth the effort to push back, against all that pushes us.

That challenges our presence.

They say we're so different.

Yet I hear opposites attract.

I know we are greater than this.

That these moments will forever linger in the glory of what we will end up as.

We will set boundaries and then break them of our own accord.

Leaving the world baffled in our grace. Our truth. Our existence.

This is only the beginning, never doomed with an ending.

Because our beauty has yet to speak.

We will be more.

We will be.'

I laughed silently to myself, recalling the night I wrote it. I was a freshman in high school and 'in love' Funny how as you grow older you look back and realize how young and naïve you were. It so wasn't love. He was my boyfriend from seventh grade until tenth and that poem was dead wrong. We were never anything more, or greater, and our beginning was definitely met with an ending. Pretty sure he's married now…

Hindsight's 20/20. It sucks, you never see the barefaced truth until you take a step back and look at the bigger picture. That was always my problem. That damn bigger picture. Guess I'm myopic in a sense. I'm always too close to the picture, picking at the arduous details. And over-analyzing? Ha, my face is next to the definition in good ol' Webster. Maybe it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, except when it kept me up all night, or got me fired, or got me into three fender benders. 'Fuck' Unfortunately my mind doesn't have an off switch, but that's why I put pen to paper, because when my mind gets to rambling, my hand gets to noting, documenting, and decoding all my babbled feelings and ideas.