This isn’t the best quality I have of him, but I like this one. He’s amazing. This boy, he never fails to make me laugh. He is the gosh darn sweetest person I’ve ever come across. He is one of most intellectual person I know; he teaches me things about WWII and the Vietnam War (the two he finds the most interest in). I can always go to him for everything and anything. He always tries to make me happy. Oh, you’re on your period? Let me just get you a bag of chocolate and give you extra lovings. You aren’t feeling well? Then he showers me in kisses. I am so happy to be with someone like him.
It all started at the end of our freshman year in high school. We rode the same bus, but sat across the aisle from each other at first before someone replaced him.
He had handed me a folded up piece of paper as I sat down in my bus seat. At first, I thought I had somehow dropped paper from my bag. I unfolded it anyways and read the writing. It went along the lines of wanting to talk to me and that I was pretty, then he left his number. I texted him, only slightly nervous. It’s different when you text the person than talking face-to-face, isn’t it?
But, we talked for the whole hour long bus ride then, during some of our free time in school. He wanted to actually talk in person later that day, so I agreed. Once I got back to his school from a bus that transported me from my school, I waited a bit, wishing he would come quicker. That whole school day for me was walking fifth graders through the woods of a park and showing them different things. I was tired.
Eventually, I gave up and boarded the bus. We talked some more and I explained my day to him. After three days of texting back and forth, we met face-to-face. He was with some of his friends and I was with a friend of mine. It wasn’t as awkward.
A week into summer vacation and he had asked me to be his girlfriend. I was ecstatic. I had said yes.
We had some fights like any couple would, but we managed to sail the ship on a new course. We stopped fighting and we are just happy now.
It’s been a year and eight months since we first started being a thing. It sure does feel like a long time. We’ve had our bad times, but our good times make up for it.
After every day, I lay in bed and think about how lucky I am. He’s the most perfect person and I have him. He’s mine. It’s beautiful to see how life can change and make the negatives to positives. I never thought I’d love someone as much as I love him. But, here I am, falling in love with him more and more every single day.
