Love: A Fictional Narrative

“He is just a boy at my co-o… how do you know that name?” She asked, suspiciously.

“You can’t be real, you can’t be real,” she muttered to herself. It just didn’t make sense. “You’re

“Pardon me, but you look familiar… Do I know you from somewhere?” He tilts his head side to side in an almost comical manner, attempting to remember your

"Oh I assure you, it's my real and legal name." The way he emphasized the word legal made me think that perhaps he had had his name legally changed from something less exciting sounding. "Now shush while I try to keep Julia looking as pretty as possible."

“Well, Who's this?” He gestured his head toward a beautiful girl who stood beside Ashley

He planted the torch in the ground and laid his scabbard in the brown dry grass. He leaned against the brick wall of the ruined house, tampered the tobacco in his pipe and looked at her — he smiled to himself. She stood by the old well, gazing into the night. Her long blonde ponytail was not tied with cloth like his wife did, she wrapped the hair around itself instead, and she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, he thought. Her brown pants clung to her, and he could see the black string she tied the piece of cloth covering her breasts with through the white blouse.

“Well, um, I think Dawn is, um, like, um, me,” Angela said, trying not to stutter.

“Yeah, I suppose.” Mike agreed. “It sure would have been nice to have been just once with a woman who was as beautiful as she was,

The man turned towards her voice and smiled when he saw who had called, "Ah hello, you must be Tabitha Belcher aren't you?"

Julie said, “If this is a joke it isn 't funny.” Then she hung up the phone.

“Nope, no jokes here.” I responded, smiling to myself. “By the way, I never caught your name.”

“Look at Tristan, he’s so cute!” Mel blurts out with a smile painted across her face.

The quest for love is a powerful quest that all of us go through in life. From the time children are born they are pressured from parents, peers, and pop culture to find that special someone who will help make their life complete. They go on dates and try on various personas in order to acquire an understanding as to who they want to eventually marry and spend a lifetime with. Yet, in western society this is primarily an individual effort. The idea of having one’s parent choose who they will spend the rest of their life with is a repulsive idea to most, yet would that not be the wisest course of action? This concept is also found in the text Romeo and Juliet. Parents should choose who their child should marry because they can choose from a more logical standpoint, remove choice anxiety from the child, and they can help them avoid emotionally rash decisions.

I wake up at 6:30 every morning jump in the shower, put on some clothes, and slap that smile on my face that my mom reminds me of every morning. This is how this school year has begun and maybe will continue to go. I’m hiding behind this curtain 24/7 trying to hide the emotion of how I really feel every day. It wasn’t always this way though. About two months ago I hopped on a plan to face a new adventure where I was hoping to find my myself and discover my future. I learned a lot over this month away from home. I learned what it meant to live for one purpose, and know that love is something greater than our understanding of it, and that we may never face on earth. I developed a sense of wonder for purpose and passion. Little did I know that this month would fly by and after this spiritual high came down the test would begin.

“No, sorry I don’t. But I might if you tell me who you are without me having to guess.” I reply calmly.