This story is not about a girl, it is not about a boy. It is not a love story. It is not a tale of romance. This is what happens when you stop fighting and let yourself go........................................................................................................................................................................The first time I saw him was an accident. I wasn't supposed to be there, I was not allowed to be there. I guess this is confusing. You see some time ago I fell into a mad rage, I was tired of my disaster of a life, I needed to take it out on something so I kicked a ball. Not a bad idea. The ball sailed across the sky, carrying all my anger, landing directly in a mation of a house, that I was not allow