A little piece one of my Middle Schoolers turned in this week:
He loved her—no, an understatement. He needed her by his side…always. They did everything together—everything. It pained him when they were apart, like he was missing the right side of his body. Their times were happy together. Like when they beat level 22 together—he couldn’t have done it without her. Their love was a passion unlike any other. He planned to spend the rest of his life with her. They’d grow old and die with each other, him whispering as he faded that she didn’t look a day older than the day they met.
His name was Matt, he was a loyal man with everything to gain and nothing to lose. And her? Her name was Yuffie. What better name for a Gameboy Advanced?
I mean, how goddamned adorable IS that?
