You would be my first love, my own first tragedy. I was unaware at first that you would pave that road for me. Later I would see you as the razor and the blood but then you were just a guy. You were my eyecatcher during class. The most unlikely was your status here. You lettermen jacket told me, clearly, who had claimed you. And as slowly as I wrote poetry I would gravitate to you. When we would begin talking I would think that you had the perfect life. Everyone that knew you would adamantly agree. I would consider the rest of those years marked by you, there, at that moment. The phone rang and it was you on the line. You asked me, with less confidence than I expected from you, if I would go to a movie with you. When I said yes I had no clue that I was saying yes to the biggest mistake I would make before the age of twenty.