My four loves, and a look at depression
My first love was the summer of my sixteenth birthday. My interests growing up leaned towards the active side. I am more alive when I feel the sun beating on me, smelling pine trees or creosote traveling on the wind, and hearing the birds chattering. We had so much fun every meal in the dining hall with friends and watching the stars at night. It was a blissful, carefree summer. He taught me how to talk, and not be afraid of myself. My second love was my senior year in high school. So many long talks and late nights. I loved his laugh. I loved looking at him. I loved how smart he was. He had a girlfriend, and didn't ask me to our Grants High School senior prom, too offenses for which I will never forgive him for. I was an all consuming jealous. He taught me patience. I met my third and fourth loves my first year of college in Thatcher, Arizona. I loved Ian first. He was my brother’s roommate and my best friend t...