Zander

One

Hot tears sting my eyes, blurring my vision where I can barely see the pill in my hand. The tears have yet to slide down my burning cheek, with my other hand, my long sleeve bunched up in a fist, I wipe them away.

I know that the medicine won't work, but I pop it in my mouth anyway knowing that it helps I'm taking something.

Ever since Mom died, my life seems like a hurricane, always throwing life back at me, over and over. The only
person I have to comfort me is my boyfriend Zander since my dad died before I was born. That boy needs me and I need him...

His sweet blue eyes, soft blonde hair. I can't escape him. Looking in his eyes is like a lock, his eyes a broken key to set me free. The way he sings romantic 40's music and swings me around, knowing I can't dance.

I helped him get over his depression. He says I swooped in like a beam of light in the dark. "Don't dwell on the past," or "talking about something only helps in the aspect of letting it out, but at the same time it'll hurt more."

Zander tries to cheer me up by inviting me to dinner, calling me up to come over, buying me things..

I only like three things and none of those meet the list. Well I like being at his house, so two.

I like being outside with him, singing and dancing, holding him close. I give him all my love and he does the same in return. That's the reason I love him like I do. He accepts me for who I am.

I'm so greatful for him and what he does for me. He also protects me in every way he can, even picking me up to keep me out of "puddles to deep for me."

That total nerd of mine.