To The West

First paragraph of a short story I wrote called To The West. It is mostly a factual story with twists and turns, I hope you guys like it

To The West

The first time I met Elizabeth I was 12 years old, just a kid, as was she. Our story was a mad one, a stormy one, two gone kids with nothing to do but please their own dreams. With her I felt as if I was in a strange dream, then greatly awakened, with her right by my side. This is what she did to me. The day I met Elizabeth for the second time --when I was around 16-- I was as sick as you could be without being ill. With Elizabeth in my life again I went crazy about her and about life. I craved more and needed more, the rest of our lives started right there, at 16, just the two of us. Our story was not stormy because we liked to throw things, punch walls, whine like pests or call each other names, but because we were both mad; mad about life, mad about music, mad about style and mad about adventure. We would never give up, never let up, we both didn’t know what was going on, and we both didn’t care. We were two scared children who came as close to saving each other as you could get.