As I was reading through some of my list, I realized that (unforunately) a lot of it gives off a "picture" that doesn't accurately portray our "relationship", if you will...
First of all. I have to mention that we aren't together. At all. He is not my boyfriend. We have never even talked about dating.
(For the sake of the story, I am going to call him "my sweetheart".)
It all started about three years ago... October of my sophomore year of high school. My best guy friend at the time was playing JV football, which, obviously, means that all of my friends and I had to go to every in town game to watch him play. For some odd reason, only three of us girls ended up at one particular game. Another odd thing about that night: it was about forty-five degrees out. (Where I live, it's a miracle to have the weather that cold in October. Most Christmases, it's about seventy or eigthy degrees.) That meant four layers of shirts, gloves, heavy jackets, and, our favorite, almost matching blankets that we had made together. After the tough game against our district rivals (who also happen to be one of the top ten football teams in the state), we went down onto the field to talk to our friend. After a few minutes, a random group of guys comes up to him and starts talking and joking and whatnot. He finally figured out that what they really wanted was for him to introduce all of us so he proceded to do that. One of those guys happened to the guy who is now my sweetheart.
That one night lead to him eating lunch with us, meeting up with us in between classes, and eventually, hanging out with us outside of school. Halloween came. With the many jokes and the loads of laughing that came about came the first of "our" problems... He liked my best friend. She didn't like him. He wasn't really upset about it or anything, but it created lots of tension between all the rest of us. Halloween left. The tension ended about a week or two after, but (I think) it was because we all found out that he would be moving away a few days after Christmas.
Once we all learned this, we decided to have a little going away party at my house for him. Afterwards, we were texting, and somehow (I'm really not sure why it happened), he ended up doing something to make me very upset with him. I was so upset with him that we didn't talk for almost a year, and once again, the only reason we did start talking again was only because of that same guy friend before. They ended up talking on facebook, and somehow I was brought up in their conversation. One thing lead to another and he ended up finding out that I was going to a town not too far from the place he was living for Spring Break. He texted me and apologized, and told me that he wanted to hang out when I went over that way. I agreed, but only on the condition that he had to meet me wherever I happened to be when he found time to go see me.
Almost exactly three months from that first text, he showed up at the baseball field where my brother was playing. After walking up to the field, he realized the "trouble" that could possibly insue from he being there. Not only were my parents there, but also two of my dad's best friends and their wives, who happen to be two of my mom's close friends, my brother's best friend (My brother and his best friend were born on the same day, at the same hospital, and have played football, baseball, paintball, and flag football together for about six or seven years now and they feel as though they have to do everything together, even being my little brothers...), and a bunch of other people who are very important in my and my family's lives. After a crazy baseball game and dinner with the team to celebrate that night's victory, we finally returned to the place that I was staying. (There was a shopping complex along with the condo my family was staying in.)
We decided that a little time by ourselves to talk and figure things out was just what we needed. Hours went by. And neither of us even noticed that it was past my curfew. He finally checked his phone after a while, and he pretty much started freaking out. We went as fast as we could back to my room, and to my surprise, my parents were not upset at all. And, to both of our surprise, my parents seemed to actually like him. He left soon after he dropped me off at my room, but the moment that he got into his car, he texted me, and we ended up texting the whole time that he was driving home.
After that weekend, we kind of stopped talking to each other again. This time it wasn't because of us being mad at each other, it was just more of a "growing apart" thing.
October of that year, he started texting me again, thank goodness. And ever since then. We've been kind of together.
He is, without a doubt, one of the sweetest guys I have ever met. He cares about me so much and is (usually) extremly kind. I could not ask for a better person to be in my life as my best friend, and as my sweetheart.
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