He makes this hell on earth almost bearable.

So there’s this person, right. I met them at the beginning of tenth grade. At first, I didn’t even think we’d be friends. I thought I wasn’t good enough for them; not popular or pretty enough to be their friend. After a while, though... we started getting closer.

After months of talking to this person, I was still shocked to hear them say hello to me in the halls. Just because I thought they were that amazing. I still couldn’t even wrap my mind around the fact that they were friends with me. And somewhere along the way, I guess I developed stronger feelings. Feelings I really didn’t want at the time. This person was in and out of relationships like they were nothing. It was rediculous. Somehow, though, I still found myself jealous of all the other girls. Even the ones he would only flirt with. Hell, even the ones he argued with. Simply because he was speaking to them. I thought that highly of him. I still do.

I think now I realize how ignorant I was to how much he ignored other girls for me, though. And how much he flirted with me even when he had a girlfriend. Like when we’d walk down the halls holding hands, or hold hands in class, or just sit there smiling at eachother. And how he’d run up behind me in the halls, pick me up and swing me around. It scared the hell out of me, but I loved it. And how he'd randomly lick my cheek because he knew it would make me scream. Even then, I thought he was too good for me. Even then I found it impossible to believe that we were even friends.

And now, I can finally say that he’s mine. All mine. No one understands it. No one believes it. Everyone’s so surprised to see us together. I realize that I’m not like the other girls; but that’s how I know that this is gonna last. That’s how I know that he’s not like other guys.

I’m not the prettiest girl in school or the most popular, so people don’t want us to be together. And it makes me feel so amazing to hear him tell them, even his friends, that they need to go take a look in the mirror and count how many of their friends are actually real- then come talk to him about how pretty or how popular I am. He’s not afraid to say what he thinks and he’s got no problem admitting it when he does something wrong. When we first started going out, we got onto the subject of cheating. He straight out told me that he had cheated on almost every one of his past girlfriends; if he had even been with them long enough to cheat on them. He never bothered trying to hide it from them, though. And I knew if he was man enough to admit that when we had just started going out, I’d be able to trust him. He looked me dead in the eye and swore to me he would never cheat on me. I made him promise that if he ever even wanted to, to just break up with me. I would much rather him leave me for another girl than have him cheat on me and then come back to me looking for forgiveness.

He’s just made me feel so incredibly amazing.
I can’t even explain it.
I’m not even gonna say I love him,
because it’s too soon for me to say that.
But I have been in love once before...
It was nothing compared to this.


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David Nextle Avalos; my little mexican <3
Posted on March 15th, 2008 at 11:40pm

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