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Okay, so Bishop Grimes Semi Formal is next week. My boyfriend
Okay, so Bishop Grimes Semi
Formal is next week. My boyfriend goes to Bishop
Grimes. And now I'm going to semi.
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posted November 1, 2013 at 7:03pm UTC tagged with yay, soexcited, tom, semi, thehalfback, grimes, love
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- I know I'm hard to love. I make it difficult to be proud to call me your girl. He//, I make it hard to say "She's mine," without being embarrassed. I know I'm childish, with all my juice boxes, disney movies, and stuffed animals. I know I'm dramatic, making everything into a big ordeal. I know I'm obnoxious, and I know I can be annoying. I know I'm paranoid about everyone leaving me in the end, and I know that I'm insecure about all the wrong things. I know I yell about everything and I'm quick to anger. I know I'm over-emotional and cry everytime we fight. I know I'm a pain in the a//s. I know I'm hard to love, but thank you for doing it anyway.
- In the words of HalaaChick, "my biggest fear is one day, you'll see me the way I see myself," to put it simply
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- Today was perfect. He pushed me on a swing. We held hands. We talked. We kissed. We laughed. We sang together in the car. We ate ice cream, and shared sodas. We took my little cousin to the park, even though it looked like we were teen parents. We played along with the stares from the mother who was there. Later, we took my little brothers to the park, and he once again proved he's going to be a great father. We played football, and basketball, and kickball, and frisbee, even though I got mad and quit. He didn't say a word when I gave my attention to the little kids and baby at the barbeque. He talked with my family. He let me do as many cartwheels and handstands as I wanted without saying a word. He brought me cherries whenever he passed the table they were on. We just had fun today, and it was a great day. We've been together for 6 months, and everyday he makes me feel like he did today. He makes me feel special, like I'm the only one for him. Like I actually matter. He gives a dxmn about me. But God, even with that feeling everyday, today was just perfect. ♥
- Memories of Us Do you remember how it all started? You walked into the classroom, and Mrs. Morgan introduced you. We had religion together first block. She assigned Riley to be your buddy for the day. Later I found out it was "Hello boobs." "Dude, that's my girlfriend." Remember later that day, right before lunch? We had reading together, too. You met Ms. Brennan, and that was the first real conversation I had with you. I don't know what came over me, but I openly flirting, right in front of Riley. "Mmmmm, you're a football boy?" Riley was getting openly jealous, too. I kept looking at you all class. Did you notice? The year kept rolling by, and eventually I didn't really say much to you. You were in Mrs. McDonalds study skills class, right? Do you remember Maria pulling her aside, telling her we needed to see her after class? I texted her from the bathroom. I left art, because I had art with Tony and Nyon and Mac. They pushed it too far, it was about my family now too, not just me. I lost it. Crying in the bathroom, she came in and hugged me. Told me she'd set up a time with Mrs. McDonald. I went to religion crying after, too. Asking Ms. Morgan if I could go to guidance. She almost didn't let me. I cried in front of everyone, and even then she made me sit in the hall for 10 minutes while Maria convinced her to let us go. Do you remember that day? That night I got a text, and that was the end of a great 10 year friendship. It was forwarded around, and AJ almost got kicked out of school. Yeah, that was my fault. I remember I was staying after that day, for a volleyball game with Riley. I cried in Ms. Kelley's room and he just sat there. He hugged me a little, but he was getting annoyed with me. Life pressed by again, and it was softball season, baseball season. Because I was concussion girl, I had to lug most of the equipment back and forth. So after dragging all the water jugs and bats and catcher's gear back to the school, I changed and went to the play. Because I was late I slipped in free, but all the seats were taken. I walked back, so nervous. You were sitting in the desk near the gym equipment, so I sat in the one closer to the bathrooms. You were dating Melanie, and I was there for Alecia. We couldn't hear a thing, so we talked. You told me your story, I told you mine. We shared memories, good and bad, and got hushed a few times from Ms. Rogers. From then on it started, calls and texting. I was with my grandma at the time, and we would stay up talking until 3 am. I had nightmares then, too. A week or so in, you were the star. You died, over and over and over. I had to watch it, I couldn't wake up. At one point I refused to sleep. So you woke back up an hour after convincing me to hang up to see if I was asleep. Even then, you took care of me. Summer ended, filled with memories. Fights and laughs. You read stories from youtube over the phone, and sang with me too. It was an affair over the phone. School started and I was at a new one, away from the people who almost killed me. Things were normal, until November. November hit and you came over. It was freezing and snowy, but we went on a walk. It was extremely cold but we didn't care. We marched through the trails, all the way back. You kept offering your hoodie, and I'd zip it back up. We held hands almost the whole way. That was our first kiss. Sweet and with chapped lips, I pressed against you and you looked down and kissed me. We both knew it was coming. We hugged. We swayed from shivering so you started dramatically dancing with me. The next day we were a couple. The next we hung out was a month or two later. We cuddled on the couch, and that was my first intense kiss. We were in your sisters room, her reading and us over by the rocking chair. My parents found out we were dating, and it got better. We saw eachother every weekend. I went to a family party and met your family, you came to mine. We went to this years play, and once again sat in the back talking. We play video games in your basement, and guitar hero in mine. We go on walks and just sit on the couch doing nothing. You went away for a month, one of the longest months of my life. And now you're home. Last night was perfect, with all the hugs and kisses. I missed you. You hugged me while I ate my pizza, I was a little awkward because your mom was there but I wished it wouldn't stop. I like being in your arms. I went to tell your mom my mom was running late and when I came back down you pushed me to the wall and just kissed me. How do you go from an 8:00 religon class to us? I love you, so much. You make me smile and cry and laugh at the same time, all in astonishment at how someone like you fell for someone like me. But if you're falling, well, I'm still falling too.
- I love your eyes. The way your pupils get bigger when we hang out. How they captivate me with just a glance. How your thoughts and feeling play across them like a movie. I love your smile. How contagious it is. You smile and I can't help but smile. The little laughing marks you have. I love your arms. How secure they make me feel with just one hug. I love your laugh. How, just like your smile, it's contagious. It's deep and husky. I love your voice. It excites me and calms me at the very same time. Especially your sleepy voice. I love how when we hug, my head is just over your heart, the top of it right under your chin. I love how when we hold hands you play with my fingers or trace the inside of my palm. I love how when a car goes by, you squeeze real tight to make sure I'm there. I love how you protect me from anything and everything. I love how if I call at 3 in the morning, I'll still get a response. I love how you pick me up, even though I fight it, because you know part of me loves it. I love how if I don't sit on your lap, you pull me on. I love how you can tell when something is wrong, even over a text. I love how you know every little thing about me, from the color of my eyes to every weird habit I have. I love how you got me to realize my own beauty. I love how you showed me to stand up for myself. I love how much of rebel you are. I love it when you sing over the phone. I love it when I'm sick, you read me sad stories from youtube, and when I'm tired, you'll tell a story just because I like to hear your voice. I love how you always redirect questions toward me, just to make sure it's what I want. I love everything about you. I love you.