Ahh yes, I had first laid my eyes upon her divine beauty while socializing with my fellows in jest on the yard of our upper quadrangle during my freshman year of studies. My husband bulge was immediately enthralled with ungodly feelings as she walked closer, however, I was able to maintain my gentlemanly exterior upon approaching her. Her name was Michelle and she had hailed from the plains of Kansas, majoring in biological studies. Not only was she an art of beauty, but a lady of valor, intelligence, and eminent class.
We would spend much of our time engaging in culturally stimulating activities while also serving the local community. A year of bliss, we had, and a great year it was. But this year of happiness was brought to an end upon the completion of our freshman year. Michelle informed that she would not be returning for a sophomore year of studies, for her parents wanted her to transfer to a university closer to home, as they were supplying the monetary capital for her education. We had exchanged information and had agreed to keep in touch, but as my heart was still in a child's state, I could not continue on cultivating a long-distance connection between the two of us after the exchange of a few letters.
It was a great year however. I often wonder about Michelle. The last I heard, her family was doing swell and she was well.
i dont wanna talk about it...
) But I dunno...thers no umph with her
