If I could choose any moment in my life I wish to freeze, it would’ve been back in eighth grade when Suzie Westwood let me reach my hand inside her shirt. I’d go back to that moment if I could.
But that moment changed forever when I met her.
He was nothing. Poor by society's standards. Nothing good looking to his general appearance. And as if charisma wasn't short enough on his side, confidence seemed to shy from his ever beaming aura of apprehension.