by Beebs » Wed Dec 24, 2014 7:14 am
Hello, hello! Found this thread, couldn't help but poke around~.
I do have a boyfriend, although it was a rocky start. We met a few years ago, and well, we never did get along very well. I can't say we argued a lot. I do remember being under so much pressure when we first met. We would often disagree on many stupid things, like how to eat a sandwich.
Yep.
BUt then, he moved onto middle school and I didn't really speak much to him. He kind of drifted out of my life.
That changed when I joined the band program my fseventh grade year.
And who else was there but the jerk himself.
I tried to ignore him for the most part. He was more of a pest than anything, and I was used to brushing people off and letting them buzz away. The perks of being bullied.
But things started to go downhill real fast again.
And all of my friends either didn't notice or backed away.
So I felt entirely alone, especially since the only other person who could've helped me (A close friend of mine I've known since elementary school) was dealing with his own problems.
The one person who did reach out to me was the kid who had been bothering me all these years.
And for some strange reason, I took his hand.
He helped pick me up from my spot on the ground, helped me stand on my two feet again.
It was so bizarre; the kid who was once a nuisance was giving me a boost.
Another year passed, and when things were better for me, we went back to our usual arguing selves. But I felt something different in our friendship, and I'm sure he did too.
By the time we were in high school, two years later, I knew for certain I was crushing on him. I was, at first, skeptical of my feelings. I had never actually liked anyone in this way, so of course I was unsure. But after a while, I was certain.
I'm a patient and lenient person though. I never said a word about it. It hurt, but I wasn't entirely sure if he liked me back.
My buddy had to go ask him if he liked me as we were sitting at lunch though. I stood up and left the table, I didn't really want to hear his answer.
The next day, though, he personally told me he liked me. That apparently, he's known that he's liked me since the beginning of his freshman year. I told him that while I was glad, I had to be certain about my feelings. (In reality, I was so nervous. Like "oH GOSH, THIS GUY I'VE HAD A CRUSH ON ACTUALLY LIKES ME BACK OHH MY GOD" kind of nervous, and happy at the same time. XD)
Since then, we've been on great terms. He never really gave up after he told me, didn't take my words as a sign to just pack up and walk away. We're really good friends, and about nine months ago, I agreed to be his girlfriend.
I can honestly say I've never been happier.
I deal with a lot of crap at home and at school, and he seems to make it not matter. He keeps me smiling and laughing, and just fahsgfkajghe, he's the best. c: These past nine months have been the greatest, and honestly? I'm glad I met him. We may clash on a few subjects, but it's never been serious or detrimental. It's always been in good fun.
BLARGH, long story is long. But oh well. XD
