

A Lost Love Amidst the streets of Los Angeles, the wind twists and turns around lampposts, rustling leaves across the autumn chilled alleys. The chill of the October air sends a shrill up my spine as I sit in the dark alleyway. I am a loner, living on the streets. I was once happy, never before me sat any fortune; savor the love of one forbidden. You wonder how I got this way? It goes back quite some time. Ten years to be exact, to my high school graduation.A Lost Love
I was a happy young teen, full of happiness of a loving family, and wonderful friends.