This. This is our first picture together. Right outside the riverside in downtown Detroit. Man, it’s been since 2010. I swear it’s weird, in one time it can be like it’s been a long time, then the next is over to it feels new, fresh and exciting. I swear it. That day, I felt as if I couldn’t express myself too much or too little, I wanted this to be it, to be now and forever. But I’ve learned I cannot predict the future, psychic, nor know who will win this year’s Superbowl. But I saw something else. A Present. Here and now. It’s crazy, we twirled as she said, “like twizzlers that couldn’t be ripped apart.” I’m a romantic yes. I admit it. Damn it I am like hell but I’ve been motivated more with this girl. Not your cliche, “This is no ordinary girl she’s the one bla bla bla A walk to remember,” Bullcrap. It’s true, I’m a romantic, I’ve said it twice. But man, a first is one thing when it comes to this chick, and that’s fitty Tyson.

“I’m fitty tyson, you don’t know nothin’ bout me” said the girl with the, “I love Animal Crackers” status on Msn Messenger. That got me. It killed me. I felt as if I have been punk’d or something around those lines. You’ve got to be kidding right? You know Fitty Tyson? Christ. As I talked and got pulled in more into the hook, I stared into the Cap’s Shield and red velvet rivers covered by a furry hat. That Kitty/Duckling smile. My God. “Get on WEBBBCAMM” She’d ask. “No. Why?” “BEEECAUUSEE COME ON” Haha man that made me laugh so hard. Not many people can make me laugh. Okay that’s a lie. A ton of people can make me laugh. Anything makes me laugh like a high pitched hyena. I dunno why. Whatever. But she made me laugh in that way. I have no clue why it made me laugh so much, it was just a simple request to get on webcam. I guess it was because I turned red and kinda made me feel like she Caught me on the Act of me staring at her profile picture. Crazy part is, sure we met on Facebook and whatnot, but the thing is, we actually were in the same places everywhere for 4 years but in different parts of the areas. Same LMFAO concert, High school talent show, Everywhere. I swear to god. I got on for 12 seconds. I counted down. I had the shifty eyes because she didn’t even get on webcam at all. I was deceived. But I liked it. This girl made me nervous, made me laugh different, made me smile like an awkward 12 year old, made me be out of the ordinary. But damn I liked it.

My God I had dinosaurs in my stomach. Sure it was a much more greater feeling, but that is undescribable. When we stood next to each other, fucking hell I felt like breaking my knees. She was 3 inches taller than me. I had to be on my damn toes. We hung out for 5 hours but felt like 30 seconds in a planet Mars. Zombieland played inside my room while Cops and Robbers played outside my window. We didn’t notice but it didn’t matter. Days passed and then soon enough marked the date. 11-27-10. A Spanish European girl with a model body, a smoking accent and eyes to die for. But none of that mattered. She laughed like a piglet and talked with soft symphonies. Why? I don’t know, it was unreal though I’ll tell you that. It sucked when she left. “But she just got here.” I thought in my head, but the clock on my wall told otherwise.

Many many months pass and of course, no relationship is perfect. I wouldn’t want to down myself or anything because I see the past and present as fixtures for futures. I Hate smiling in pictures, I honestly do. But she can make it happen. I hate eye contact also. Well hated. But again, she has somehow fixed that routine of bad habits as well. I hate to sound like some kid or something that can’t do anything on my own but man she has helped me with a ton of things over the year and months we have been together. I myself have changed. For the good of course. Rocio, Rosie if you will, loves to eat. Her Favorite restaurant food is Curry Udon with Edemame on the side. For some reason. Now that i think about it. I hated e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Seriously. I HATED Japanese food, besides the fact that Japanese is in my blood 35% Aztec Mexican is what I used to be all about. I hated sea food, would never touch it I swear to God. I enjoy it now as a perfect delicacy. Octopus man, you gotta try it. I Hated to smile. Now I do it all the time. I hated Wiggers. And now I hate them even more. Oh kay that last one was for jokes but you get the idea, It wasn’t forceful, it was natural and I’m glad she was my guidance, my light to this dark catacomb I once had. Kinda like the opposite of what Sasuke from Naruto goes through. Complete opposite. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go read it. not watch it, READ IT. Manga people. Haha, Just now Rosie stood up from her sleep, sat up, looked at me with a half eye open and one shut, sorta like what my Friend, Mark Shaw, did in my Pre Calc class back in 2009. She stood up, looked at me, and slammed down back to bed and snoring like a piglet. It’s moments like these that I enjoy with this girl.

“You guys know each other?” Man I love hearing that from a ton of people when it comes to Rosie’s friends or my friends or both. Even today it still happens. Hilariously I haven’t gotten used to that. But yes. Just recollecting or reminesing (However it’s spelled, this isn’t a damn essay for my Writing class) is what makes moments more treasureable. More meaning. More happiness. I needed that. Wanted it that. more I Did need it. I’m a much more better person because of this girl. This same girl, Rosie, is the same one I drew back in 10th grade. I wish I still had that drawing, but that damn Art Substitute hippy dirty bitch stole it from me along with all my greatest Art drawings. Whatever. I’m glad she did, she can lick her dirty Mexican elbow for all I care. Anyways, Yeah, I drew a girl with all qualities and attributes to a girl like her. Crazy how things work in the end. But that doesn’t end there, there’s always everything than the end and that doesn’t mean to stop. My favorite, what was once my lifetime quote, “Real eyes Realize Real Lies” really doesn’t affect me anymore nor do I follow it, such negativity doesn’t really lie in my eyes anymore. 2Pac Shakur should of made something much more clever. Maybe I’ll give Biggie smalls or Eazy-E a call. Sure. I don’t care much for Rep or what I say anywhere. It’s not growing up or anything cheesy like that, it’s just how I am now. and It makes me Happy. I’m Happy. I’m glad I’m happy. And I’m sure Rosie is the same with the same look in her eyes I layed on the first day I saw her. But. Why Write all this, this wasn’t for you, internet, or for Tumblr, my followers or anything like that, it was for you Rosie. I love you. But why write it publicly? Well,

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