Love Has It's
Ways...
long, but worth it, trust me
When I was in the third grade, I was an extremly shy girl.
Instead of playing outside during recess, I would sit
inside reading the library. Instead of eating lunch with
friends, I quietly ate and studied by myself. While most kids
were loud and obnoxious, I quietly disappered into the
background. You though, saw me. You,being quite the the loud and
outgoing young man you were went out of your way to talk to me.
You were the only one that was able to break my shell. It
wasn't long before we became bestfriends, and we're
inseperable.
Our friendship blosmed, and one day in fourth grade, you handed
me a note. It read "I kinda like you as more than a
friend..." The note scarded me, being a young girl who was
still getting over the fact that boys might not have cooties. It
just so happened, tonight was also the elementary school's
annual valentines day dance, and we both attended. The dance
wasn't romantic, or formal, but more just for the elementary
school kids to have an excuse to hang out. You though, went out
of your way to dress up, and as young as you were, had a single
flower, obviously handpicked, and a necklace. I was shocked, you
asked me to dance, and although I had a crush on you, my mom was
volunteering at the dance, and I knew you should make a big deal
out of me dancing with you, so I turned you down, and told you I
was too young. You spent the rest of the dance in the corner,
crying.
A week later, you moved away. All the way from our small town, to
a big city all the way across the country in California. You told
me that we would keep in touch, and that we would meet again, and
that maybe we would be older, and things would be different. It
wasn't long before we lost touch, yet your memory krept often
into my mind.
I stayed in my rural small town, all the way
through eighth grade. At the end of my eigth grade year
though, due to my dad's job , we were forced to move all the
way across the country to Washington state. I left my small
town and headed to this new and forgien state.
My family and I setteled nicely
into Washington, although it was the quite
the change. We moved into a nice house, and I made some friends
in the neighborhood over the summer. Eventually though, school
came. Unlike the small schools in my old town, the schools here
are gigantic. First period was crazy, second period was
confusing, third period was mind-boggling, and by fourth period I
was already ready to go home. As I sat down in my seat, I took
off my backpack, and turned around. I practically fell out of my
chair.
As I turned around, I saw a
familar face. I was 3,000 miles away from home and I swore I
recognized this boy sitting in the back of the room talking with
a bunch of guys. I tried hard to remember who he was, and finally
I realized it was him! The boy from my fourth grade class. I
wasn't completly forsure though, for it had been a few years,
and I remember he had moved to California, not Washington. I
didn't want to ask him if was in fact him right away
though, for I was already the "new girl", and if he
wasn't him I didn't want to be sterotyped as being a
complete weirdo right away.
So very paitently I waited for
roll to be called, and sure enough it was him. I waited for
exactly the right moment, and tapped him on the shoulder to get
his attention. All I said was "Remember me, 4th grade?"
and he instantly recognized me and yelled my name. All
the way on the other side of the country I finally got to see him
again.
It wasn't long before I realized he was the popular boy at
this new school, and I once again fell into the nerdy catergory.
Yet that didn't stop him, for as soon as the bell rang, he
gave me a hug, and told me he would keep his promise. He then
asked me "We're now older, can we give it a try?"
Right then, in the middle of the hallway, I had my first kiss. He
grabbed my hand, and our smiles were visable throughout the
school. Fate has a crazy way of working, yet we've been
together ever
since...<3