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Have you ever seen a sight that was so breathtaking that all that you could do was stop and stare? Or maybe you’ve witnessed an even like no other. I’ve gotten the pleasure to do both. I met Alyssa when she was 12 and I, 14. I was at this ripe age and didn’t have any sexual orientation. Meeting her was an important part of my life; I met Alyssa about six months after my parents got a divorce. She was a life saver. She was a natural “Spider-Man” disguised as a friend. Alyssa is beautiful, both on the inside and the outside. You ought to meet her. For instance, her almond shaped eyes are a rich brown, like freshly made caramel candies. Her skin is the color of a light, beautiful almond butter. Her hair is long, sandy brown in color. It’s a little past her shoulders. Her smile doesn’t even compare to the loveliness of a new dawn. I’m in love with her and her demeanor. She walks with a purpose. If you saw her you would know. She walks with her head held high, a swagger in her step and a meaning in her pace.

A little after we met I invited her to help me move from my house to my apartment, I asked her because I could see her integrity. I asked her to help me and she jumped right to it. I didn’t even have to think about her being late. She was very passionate; she used to play basketball for our old middle school. She was always focused, and didn’t let anything dissuade her. She was driven to do the things she liked. She worked very hard in school, always doing her projects early, or typing her essays for extra credit. That’s a thing that I admire about her. She always gives her best, whether it was school work, a major test, or simply tying her shoe.

Alyssa is a very forgiving person. I was a bad friend, and even worse, a bad partner. I cheated on her, lied to her, broke up with her, yet she forgave me and we are still together today. During our mid-relationship she moved away. When she moved, we weren’t allowed to talk. But when we began to talk again, she...
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