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    Church of Hot Addiction – (Chapter: Chapter One)

     

    I sometimes wonder what she has been up to. She probably is some hot shot attorney making crazy amounts of money and living the dream. It’s too painful for me to think of who she’s in a relationship with because I know a part of me will always be in love with her. She had my heart when we first met that sunny August morning during our freshmen year in high school. We ended up finding ourselves growing closer and closer as school progressed and we ended up dating.

     

    Her parents weren’t thrilled about our new relationship; especially her mother. Eventually they accepted that Spencer and I were together for good and that last year before graduation was one of the best years to this day. We were inseparable and neither of us thought we would ever end. We were naïve teenagers and we had to face the reality that nothing goes as planned.

     

    The day Spencer got her acceptance letter to Harvard University I knew our fairy tale had ended. We tried to figure out a way to stay together by looking at schools that were around the L.A. area but after looking through the programs none of them compared to the programs they offered at Harvard. I knew Spencer had to go even if she brushed it off saying that it was no big deal where she went.

     

    We spent that last week just cherishing the beautiful feeling of being together. We pretended like nothing was going to change and for a few days it actually worked. The last couple of days were the hardest. Helping her pack really made the situation that much more real. When I said my goodbyes to her at the airport, I never knew this would be the last time I would see her. Whenever she would come to visit, I was out with my father touring the country. I ended up moving away from L.A. and lost contact with her family as well.

     

    I decided to travel around the country playing at random bars or clubs just to get my music career going. There were some scary moments I confess because traveling alone to some seedy areas of small towns can really make you wish that you were just back in familiar territory.

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