You know how middle schoolers do. Teasing, crying, flirting, and rest of teenager stuff. He teased me a lot, but I think I was called as his Grandma -_- However, I thought he was adorable, but I was super shy at this time. I barely talked to him! So I avoided him most of the time.
Fast forward to Valentine's Day. He surprised me with a dozen red roses and a beautiful poem. I still keep it! He had a talent at writing poems. On this day, I rejected him. I was flattered by his gifts, but it made me uncomfortable. Maybe I was not ready. I still haven't told him.
Sadie was drawing near. Girls were supposed to ask boys to the dance, but I didn't ask anyone. He waited for me to ask him so he did everything in his power to make me his date. Somehow, he became the third wheel with my girlfriend and me. I will never forget this pink shirt story! I thought that we would better be friends. I was sure that he would find a girl better than me. So I told him in person that I would like us to be friends.
The biggest mistake. This year was his junior year. After this day, he went through the phase. What phase, you ask? Emo phase. Nah, not black eyeliner. He mostly listened to emo music and grew his hair longer. I felt bad, but I moved on.
Suddenly, before the summer came, he liked someone else. The burden on my shoulders finally lifted up. It made me feel better knowing that he had moved ahead. It was a perfect time for us because we can finally talk as friends.
It was getting weirder because we instantly became close friends and we would randomly talked about anything. From stories, advices, and arguments. He was still dating this girl he liked, but people kept saying that we fought like an old married couple. Slowly, we hung out often and became best friends. Beside, my best girl friend, of course.
He graduated from the high school. It was a happy night for him. I didn't develop any feelings for him. First year in college for him and junior year for me. We texted, emailed, and webcammed to each other a lot. I missed him a lot. He was so easy to talk to and I can tell him about everything without him judging me.
Few days before my birthday, my friends and he surprised me at Claim Jumper. One of my favorite places before it became shitty.
We agreed that this picture was the worst picture of ourselves. Look at us -_-
He drove me home and all the time I wasn't listening to him. I was thinking to myself, "Should I tell him? No, not now. Or now?" When I came out of the car, he offered to walk me to the door. Reaching the door, I thanked him for a great birthday then hugged him. At this moment, it was him who admitted that he liked me. He was afraid to tell the truth because I might reject him for the third time.
Well, for the third time, I accepted him. He was the same dorky kid I knew back in the sixth grade, but somehow, I fell for him through those years.
We went on our first date. He asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes. We said good bye before he went back to college. Back to video chats, texts, and emails. Long distance relationship was hard. We were only a hour away from each other, but hey, it was tough for us! Once, we hadn't seen each other for a month. Oh man.
Senior year. Sadies. Prom. Anniversary. College. Adventures. In love.