CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

One thing lead to the next and I finally received my first kiss from him. Yet the next month I was dressed in black slowly watching him go six feet under. Life played a cruel game with me, yet for some reason he still is present in my everyday life. Where ever I go he follows, my mother tells me I'm just having a mental break down from dealing with all of this, but I know better. He's still there following me where ever I go.

My name is Marisa Jones, I'm seventeen and have fallen in love with my boyfriends ghost.