A page from my short story.... I need feed back

One of the advantages of dating a man that had no car. We spent a lot of time taking many walks. I could not wait for the next time I would be with him.
" you make me feel young again" he said to me
"you make me feel older than I am" I thought to my self.
Who cared if I was way in over my head, I had met the love of my life and this time so real that I could touch, kiss and feel him. All the dreams and lusts I had put up with, the imaginations were coming to reality but non of which prepared me for the feeling I had in my stomach, legs and mouth. They all decided to go on sky diving at the same time and I felt like I was floating on water. Swimming was not my greatest quality in fact it was not one of them at all yet I could even drown at this moment and still didn't feel a thing. It was almost like my body had been wired to only react to what I considered positive energy. Him, M he was the positive energy.

We had talked about so much that I think a proposal came out of instinct. "Do you see your self spending the rest of your life with me" he murmured.
Rest of my life, what was the rest of my life after I had experienced such a night. The world could have stopped that day and we would still be standing. So I didn't answer the question.
" so how many kids do you want, when do you plan on getting married, would your father have a problem with you marring a person like me." he went on and on. Marriage was not on my table at least not anytime soon and the remotest idea that he was even considering it Was way to much for my small head to handle. At this point it was my brain on a test drive. It felt like my body was playing a game called( who dies last) because the parts to turn to either freez or burn out. Either way I considered it a win for me. It must have been good to play and know you could score at any of the goal posts depending on which one was closest to you. And at this point I was defiantly scoring for the home teem.

I went home that night with butterflies not only in my stomach but also in my head and as much as i tried to keep calm and play lady with this fine gentle man all i could think about was the next time I could see him and it made me want to scream. Here I was arriving at 12.45am and for a person whose class had ended hours ago considering the fact I had not even attended it I felt like I was early. I should have stayed longer or even spent a night.

Once I was back in my room I went back to writing on my walls and pictures. But no words could best describe what I had gone through that night. And however much I tried it was not easy after that. At 21 I had met the love of my life.

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    06/23/14
    Only sharing the decent part ..
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      06/23/14
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      06/24/14
      I usually write when am depressed, or mad, it has always calmed me down. I also used to write my school plays but not I mostly keep the stories to my self.
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        06/24/14
        it's not fictional, it's about my first love, I figured the only way to get over him was to write so I don't forget what he was like. He was always a romantic, handsome but poor and my parents and friends never approved so much that he told me him self how he wasn't good enough for me...
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