I live for the moment . And the future . I live for my brother and my family . I live for art and music and inspiration . I live for parties and celebrations of any kind . I live for love and heartbreak . And for the change of the seasons . I live for my friends. I live for acceptance and forgiveness and my desire for true love . I don't live for myself . I live for what I'm expected to be . Not who I really am . Cause I'm not accepted as myself . I'm only excepted as who people want me to be . No who I want to be

Her name is Trista . Her name literally means sad . She has her own unique style . She doesn't like what everyone else does . She's okay with wearing jeans and a rock band tee shirt one day and then wearing a dress with heals the next . She love to wear her hair down. She likes dark makeup . Everyone assumes that since she likes dark makeup and wears dark clothes that she's "emo" or "goth" . They don't know her story at all . It's not her fat that she's sad a the time . She hates it . But who can change it ? She's tried and tried but she can't because sadness isn't something you can just change on the spot . It takes time and a hell of a lot of energy . She has an American English accent . She generally behaves in every setting unless you make her angry.

My first love was with a guy who was my best friend . We defiantly didn't have a perfect relationship . We made each other mad . What relationship doesn't have problems ? He was tall . About 6"3' . I'm 5"3/4'. So he was over a whole foot taller me . He had brown hair and brown eyes . His parents weren't divorced . He had two siblings . His dad thought my name was funny . His mom didn't like that I was taking her baby away . She didn't like me much because she didn't want him to have a girlfriend . His sister was sweet . I never met his brother . His cousin was okay . He was nice but kinda weird . I couldn't talk to him out of school unless I saw him somewhere cause he wasn't allowed to have a phone or iPod . So we talked when we had time . He was in the eighth grade history and math classes . He sat beside me and math and we got in trouble a lot for talking . He was super sweet and his hugs were the best . He supported me through everything . I was having family problems at the time . He helped me through that . I think that nights be why I can't let him go. He was super protective . If he knew I was upset he wouldn't let me alone until I told him why . And when he found out what was making me upset he he would take care of it . He flipped a desk on someone because they frustrated me . He was one of the best and craziest boyfriends I've ever had .

I feel like we're the greatest thing that's happened to each other . And there's always gonna be tension and doubt between us . But in all reality we love each other . It's like Romeo and Juliet's love story . Their forbidden to be together is tragic but in the end that's all we really want . We love someone we know could never love us back . Then we spend our time waiting for them knowing it's never going to happen anyway

There's a story in her eyes you see , one that can't be told by you or me , it explains her whole life , or at least where it went wrong , the only thing that saves her was the power of a song , a song so powerful that only she could understand , one that talked about her life with the one holding her hand , not all good and not all bad but at least this fantasy life was better then the one she had .