4. University submissions/contractual love

They made leave the junior high, I've already failed two grades, been recklessly bullied, and wouldn't it be smart if I just left ergo putting an end to this needlessly bullying situation? I didn't see it this way but all I wanted at this point was to stop crying all the time and the fact that I could be the bigger person was a hugely important relief. I left. Despite my future. I left while they all made plans. I wonder what they're doing now with their lives. I don't.

My best friend was a guy, he was a quarterback all the way down south in another country. He already had older relatives who'd made in college and professional football. He was already in line but he worked hard for it and with his physique it was only easier. His stamina and speed. His feisty and analytical abilities. There was always a play to make. This took him far, but sometimes I have to wonder why he'd ever leave his heart with me as if I were his best protector, like a hulking right guard. Me, a girl! Like I said, we are best friends and thus this was most natural to regulate me as his main man. In perfect regard, yet I still needed to do anything. Things and circumstances have left myself perilously bored beyond anything. Anger, and suddenly abrupt moodswings was the common scene of my day's. It didn't seem to matter at all, because he promised me, we both did!

It was contractual love. Our name's on the fine and dotted line's.