Ode to TotoWe walked down endless streets, milking our time. Hand in hand, not even ripe in our adolescence, we enjoyed a rainy Novembers day. How I wished I could make this moment tangible so I could visit it all over again, laugh all over again, freeze in the rain all over again, and fall in love all over again.
Michael Volakis is my muse. As a first love, my mind is opposed to the very idea of forgetting him. Michael had helped form me into the person I am today. He had taken me from my own Ground Zero and awoken a life inside me that will never again rest.
I met him at the tender age of fourteen. I was lonely, scared, and hated the world around me. Suicidal. Nothing could save me from my angst. That is, until I met Michael. Through mutual friends, we became acquainted with each other. It was all up hill from there. He made surprise appearances at my house, and taught me so many things I would never be able to learn had I not gone through them with him.
One day, in the November chill, we