Martin

Martin

Name: Martin
Nickname: Mart
Age: 18
Known For: His poetry, stories and storytelling
His Site(s): DeviantArt and Tramzyt

To say he was–and, I hope, still is–a major influence in my life is probably a very, very rude understatement. Martin was, in short, my very first, true love and my first, cruel, gruesome heartbreak. He is the worst of times and the best of times. He’s the one who listened to me when no one else would listen. He’s the one who accepted me the way I was without asking any questions whatsoever. He’s the one who made me feel like I had a place where I belonged. He’s the one who made me feel whole for a very big part of a my life. And he’s ultimately the one who made me the writer that I am. Were it not for his poem–a poem which I would like to think was dedicated to me–I don’t think I would have bothered writing at all. I wrote and wrote and wrote and most of it was because of him and a lot of it was for him and a little bit was to make up for all the things he ever did for me.
If I have to be honest with myself, I have to say that I still love him. Though it’s a very resigned love, held in a cage and locked away with a key that’s never meant to be found, it’s still there, nurtured by his very existence. If there’s anything I could ever do to help him in any way, you can be sure that I wouldn’t even think about it twice. (Unless, of course, it meant giving up my life. Then I’d give it a few moments’ though.)