i remember when i first saw the
love of my life..
i didnt know that he'd be the one that would show me that not
all boys are the same..
sixth grade, 4th hour english, standing behind the drinking
fountain next to the bathroom..
i watched my pigeon toed, dark haired pince charming shove his math
books into his tiny blue locker.
he was average sized.. at that time i didnt know that i'd be
falling for him in a few months..
i only knew that he was the guy that my friend had liked since she
so i just stared.. wondering "whats so extraordinary about
this boy anyway? hes just a normal guy.."
in seventh grade, i fell for this "average" boy.. i found
out he wasnt even close to "average"..
every step he took, every laugh he made, every smile that swept
across his face was like gold to me..
i didnt think hed ever fall for me.. i wore my scraggly converse
every day and a sweatshirt..
and then one day.. he texted me..
i went on a three year rollercoaster ride with this dream boy.
it was the best ride of my life..