Since day one we have always been “best friends” although circumstances have changed between now and about a year ago, you are still my best friend. We were those friends that barely knew eachother yet still call another our best friend, we’d help eachother out with guy/girl advice, hang out every now and then, and text every so often. My what i guess you can kinda call a relationship, was an epic fail, and yours was going down hill. That in my oponion is when we started getting closer. We’d text more often, you’d come over for longer periods of time. You then ended your relationship, and told me you liked me. I was in complete shock, since i kinda knew i liked you too. At first i was VERY hesitant about the whole possible relationship. I mean, you just broke up with her, and now you like me, okay? So i gave it a shot, and i realized what i had been trying to push away for that time being. I liked you too. On April 3, 2011, in my back yard on the hammock, you had asked me to be your girlfriend, and i knew immediatly that my anwser was going to be a yes! I’d be a fool, if i said no. Things were a “secret” because you were afraid to tell your mother. I didnt have a problem with it. My parents knew, and supported me in the fact that i was 14 years old, dating an 18 year old. I think they supported us mainly because of the attraction we had around eachother. People started to question, and we told our close friends. As time went on, and closer to my birthday, more and more people started to realize we were dating. After a month and a half the whole school knew. You asked your mom about “possibly dating me” and the reaction wasnt what we were looking for. You had changed my name in your phone just about every other day. You lied to her, saying you were going to Hooters, or Club, to come to my house and spend time with me. Time goes on, after soccer in the summer, we’d secretly meet up at the pool without her knowing. It almost seemed like the whole relationship was fake to me for a while, besides the emotional attraction we had. The end of the summer approached, i started school, and two weeks later you were gone away to college. I cried almost every night for two weeks, asking “why me?”. You came home every so often and with me cheering, the weeks seemed to go by faster a little bit. Eventually around our 6 month, you told her. Again, the reaction wasnt well, and i again, doubted the relationship, and how it was going to work. It was like thw whole world was out to ruin our relationship. After who knows how long, she cooled down, and decided she would meet me. I met her at a soccer game. My second Highschool soccer game. (Dang, soccer has had a big impact on my life…) Anyways, you said she liked me, she just didnt like my age. I wasnt sure though. Until Thanksgiving, we kinda seemed to connect in a wierd way. I realized things are finally starting to get better. Which they were. Ever since day one, weve had our fair share of up’s and down’s, but through it all were still here, happy as can be, in love with one another.
