* fake name
He was miraculous and beautiful... Blake Anderson*. Strong and kind and gentle and sensitive on the inside of course. I mean what football player would actually show their deeper side. Everything about the way he looked and acted amongst his peers screamed jerk. He wasn't a jerk. He was the kindest person I've ever known. He was a great friend. And I'm sure a great lover. He was more than a football player. He was my soul mate or so I thought. I trusted him with everything and nothing at all.
He walked past me in the halls everyday for 3 years. Barely noticed me. Sure an occasional hey and sup? came out with the smallest amount of unsencerity. But his smile was always very welcoming. Saw him once at a local resturant. Looked up and saw his face. I guess you could call it love at first sight. I call it embarrasing. I had a mouth full of food and when i tryed to speak... well.... lets just say it wasn't pretty. It was almost as if he didnt notice. Like he saw me as beautiful anyway. Maybe thats just my imagination running wild. I suppose it was.,He was everything i wanted and everything i couldn't have. That's why I had to take him.
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