My High School Sweetheart
Serhiy Zhykin, pledged.
2/15/2010
Eng. Comp 2
Dr. Boling My High School Sweetheart
As she walked by, I felt a warm vibrating sensation run through my chest. And with every gulp, my lungs expanded as I inhaled her charming aroma. If I had to describe it, I would say it was a peachy fragrance, the type of scent that rejuvenates my weary heart and gives me strength. I then realized that with every breath, she seemed to get closer and closer. With every step she took towards me, I admired her glamor. Her bright yellow shirt blended in with the glare of the sun’s rays while her shorts were the color of the clouds. All this I observed before her arrival. When she arrived, she said, “Hello Sergey!” and I, with a smile, said hello. Her beauty was remarkable; the more eye contact we made, the more irresistible she appeared to be. We set together, on the sandstone bench outside her theater class. Being next to her lightened my day and added color to my world. I wanted to tell her that. I wanted to whisper it to her heart. I wanted to let her know that she was the sky, the sun, the air; she was everything and everywhere. But it was too late, by then she had said goodbye and continued on her distinctive path. I then placed my head down to see the dull gray ground. My pupils decreased in size and I then became surrounded by the past. One smile, one look, that’s all it took for her, to sweep me of my feet. I was obsessed with her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her; the imagery of her gorgeous eyes, her sexy, soft, warm, luscious lips kept running through my mind. The shape of her curvy body that was a perfectly tanned drove me crazy. My addiction towards this beautiful person grew stronger with each and every moment we shared together.
Perhaps the most memorable one took place a week prior to our relationship. It was a rainy day, and the bell had just rung dismissing me from my last class. As I got up, I zipped up my brown leather jacket and walked out the
2/15/2010
Eng. Comp 2
Dr. Boling My High School Sweetheart
As she walked by, I felt a warm vibrating sensation run through my chest. And with every gulp, my lungs expanded as I inhaled her charming aroma. If I had to describe it, I would say it was a peachy fragrance, the type of scent that rejuvenates my weary heart and gives me strength. I then realized that with every breath, she seemed to get closer and closer. With every step she took towards me, I admired her glamor. Her bright yellow shirt blended in with the glare of the sun’s rays while her shorts were the color of the clouds. All this I observed before her arrival. When she arrived, she said, “Hello Sergey!” and I, with a smile, said hello. Her beauty was remarkable; the more eye contact we made, the more irresistible she appeared to be. We set together, on the sandstone bench outside her theater class. Being next to her lightened my day and added color to my world. I wanted to tell her that. I wanted to whisper it to her heart. I wanted to let her know that she was the sky, the sun, the air; she was everything and everywhere. But it was too late, by then she had said goodbye and continued on her distinctive path. I then placed my head down to see the dull gray ground. My pupils decreased in size and I then became surrounded by the past. One smile, one look, that’s all it took for her, to sweep me of my feet. I was obsessed with her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her; the imagery of her gorgeous eyes, her sexy, soft, warm, luscious lips kept running through my mind. The shape of her curvy body that was a perfectly tanned drove me crazy. My addiction towards this beautiful person grew stronger with each and every moment we shared together.
Perhaps the most memorable one took place a week prior to our relationship. It was a rainy day, and the bell had just rung dismissing me from my last class. As I got up, I zipped up my brown leather jacket and walked out the