...in my life, since I was 12. I'm a Native American, and we had to grow up very quickly to survive. Life was always hard, and often brutal. Most of us sought love, as it was a way to cover the pain and sorrow, and that's exactly what it was for me, as I learned when I was 12.
I met Ann the summer of that year in my life. She was 22, 10 years my senior. We were friends at first, but I already acted and thought as a man. She didn't understand that, but some part of her knew that. By then, I had done everything a man can do, except father a child, or kill someone. We had the most mysterious connection, from the instant we net-like we'd known each other for years, and we visited the whole three days she was in California, on vacation from University.
Neither of us understood the why, we only knew that we were only content when together. She went back to school, and I gradually forgot about her-until a year later.
I met Ann the summer of that year in my life. She was 22, 10 years my senior. We were friends at first, but I already acted and thought as a man. She didn't understand that, but some part of her knew that. By then, I had done everything a man can do, except father a child, or kill someone. We had the most mysterious connection, from the instant we net-like we'd known each other for years, and we visited the whole three days she was in California, on vacation from University.
Neither of us understood the why, we only knew that we were only content when together. She went back to school, and I gradually forgot about her-until a year later.