Back in junior year during high school, I took a creative writing course to improve my hobby of writing as well as meet people who also strive for something meaningful in that class or for themselves. I remember writing a post in the middle of the night about a book I was completely absorbed in and couldn’t bring myself to sleep from how much excitement the book brought me. I remember the feelings I had at the time I was reading and when I was writing. My body was shaking from the pressure I put on myself to write a post that completely described the thrill I was going through. It’s strange how fictional books or anything unrealistic can bring so many emotions and thought out of a person, even when they understand that it isn’t real. I haven’t been posting on here for so long because whenever I got an idea, I told myself (mentally) that the post was a good idea but I wouldn’t be able to write it as well as I did with my other posts.. Basically that I could not reach my own standards. But now that the ideas are flowing and flooding my head, I must tell something. Something that these books, these views, these perspectives have done to me. I was just reading a thrilling and emotionally-intense book called Joyland by a well-known author by the name of Stephen King. I’m only 16 pages into the book and a single line in the first paragraph has stopped me from reading just to write this. Devin Jones, in the voice of Stephen King, says,” I’m not sure anybody gets over their first love, and that still rankles.” This could be a theme right here. Something that could be applied to everyone but may not necessarily be true. I just needed to be able to relate to this because the person I first loved changed how I saw myself and helped me understand how much I can do for others. Lingering feelings that never went away. Distant memories that seem to be fading but stay close but hidden. A single characteristic that flashes me back to what it was first like to see it. I don’t know where I’m going with this anymore. I just wanted to share myself a little bit since it’s been such a long time. Thanks to one of my favorite authors and a constant inspiration from the people and books around me, I plan to keep sharing myself on here. And a thanks to not only my first love but every person who has associated themselves with me, for I believe that every encounter has added a new part to myself. Finally, thank you to my freshman year language arts teacher for always challenging me and encouraging me to try my best and look past what I want. I should have dedicated my book to him.