Quin Franklin Ford. 15 years old, member of JROTC, and fellow band geek/percussionist. Not to mention my one and only love. I never thought I'd see the day that I'd willingly call him mine or say that I am his, free from parental burden or worry, living in a (can't find the words, skip that part)
. And alas, I haven't. Word has leeked out much too early, and (many may find this silly), but my mother hasn't lit the green light yet. I am growing impatient. I feel that each moment I hold his hand, feel myself in his arms, kiss his gentle, quivering lips, I am committing a sin. I trust and love my mom. The okay is partially there, I'd love to say it is, but it may be my undoing. "I'm yours" I'd love to say as I look into his soft, brown eyes, but I don't want to be torn away from him and suffer the hell and heartache I did with someone before. Each day, I think of him and grow impatient. Impatient for the day I can 100% be his.