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Anyway, the Bo story. I was having some trouble with my parents at the
time. My dad was pushing me about colleges, my mom wasn't happy. I was
sick of trying to hold the family together. I was sick of my
responsibilities.
You know, I just realized. I never want to get into the relationships, I
never want to get married, I just want to help people for the rest of my
life. I want to be, this is going to sound silly, a guardian angel or
something. A couple of psychics have told me I am, but I'm very skeptical
about that kind of stuff. No matter how much I don't want to get into a
relationship, I have one of the highest track records around...Anyway.....
I met Bo at (don't laugh) a bowling alley. He just kind of swept me off
my feet. He was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. He had
this jet black hair and bright blue eyes, girls drooled when he walked in a
room. And he was incredibly polite but still had that danger factor about
him, like he could do something reckless at any moment. It intrigued me.
He was a year older than me. Not exactly a straight a student because he
didn't care, he didn't try; he was poor, had only his mother. His best
friend had been kicked out of home and lived with him. Whenever I visited,
they looked so happy. Always laughing.
Bo left notes on my car and held me when I needed to be. He was there for
me. I knew him, as I can read almost everyone; I saw right through him. He
was a player, never went out with a girl for more than a week or so.
My parents met him for five minutes and told me never to see him again.
The fire was incited. I turned demon.
After two months of a secret relationship, he sat me down and told me he
had fallen inlove with me. And I wept. He asked me to move in with him.
I wouldn't, until one night my father grew very angry and hit me and that
was the last straw. I left. Two days later, i came back to my house to
get my clothes, and my mother locked me in my room. I never saw Bo again.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm still inlove with him. If I ever really was
inlove with him. What would have happened. And then I choose not to think
about it, it's probably better that way. I don't want to know.
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