For every person, there is a match. There is a person who completes him or her in ways they never imagined. Some people search their entire life for their match and are never able to find them. Others find their match and know instantly. Still others find their match, but do not realize until years later. Those who find their match are very lucky and happy people. Those who don't find their match may end up to be very remorseful and moody people. My match used to sit right behind me, but I never knew it until it was too late.
I was a sophomore in high school when I met him. The air was sweet and smelled of fresh cut grass. The temperature was mild, but the humidity felt like someone had left the hot water running in a small shower stall. Joshua Andrew Mauzy was his name. He was a freshman then. He wore a pair of broken in blue jeans that were tight on his legs and a black T-shirt with some silly faded words on it. He had that smell of a man. The smell of a man is a sweet smelling mixture of sweat, oil, wood, aand some cologne. His cologne was Aspen. I will always remember his smell.
I remember our first conversation, although it was a short one. We were both in band, so we had to go to band practice every Thursday at seven o'clock starting after the first Tuesday in July. We all had to be on the practice field by seven o'clock, and I had to get all of the people who were not on the field together. Josh was one of the people who was not there. He was in the parking lot behind the school, which is where all of the band students used to park. He was sitting in his pearl Chevy truck with a gray hood. I asked him what he was doing. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm smoking a cigarette.aE...
For every person, there is a match. There is a person who completes him or her in ways they never imagined. Some people search their entire life for their match and are never able to find them. Others find their match and know instantly. Still others find their match, but do not realize until years later. Those who find their match are very lucky and happy people. Those who don't find their match may end up to be very remorseful and moody people. My match used to sit right behind me, but I never knew it until it was too late.I was a sophomore in high school when I met him. The air was sweet and smelled of fresh cut grass. The temperature was mild, but the humidity felt like someone had left the hot water running in a small shower stall. Joshua Andrew Mauzy was his name. He was a freshman then. He wore a pair of broken in blue jeans that were tight on his legs and a black T-shirt with some silly faded words on it. He had that smell of a man. The smell of a man is a sweet smelling mixture of sweat, oil, wood, aand some cologne. His cologne was Aspen. I will always remember his smell.I remember our first conversation, although it was a short one. We were both in band, so we had to go to band practice every Thursday at seven o'clock starting after the first Tuesday in July. We all had to be on the practice field by seven o'clock, and I had to get all of the people who were not on the field together. Josh was one of the people who was not there. He was in the parking lot behind the school, which is where all of the band students used to park. He was sitting in his pearl Chevy truck with a gray hood. I asked him what he was doing. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm smoking a cigarette.aE...
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