I met this boy at my job and from the first time we spoke, I never even had thought that one day he...

I met this boy at my job and from the first time we spoke, I never even had thought that one day he would show me the kind of love that I was very close to giving up on.

A few weeks went by, barely ever talking. We’re both not the type of people to just start talking to somebody out of nowhere. We started talking more and more at work. Spilling out our guts about how much we hate our job, stories about what has happened to us in the past and joking around a lot.

I started to notice I was getting these feelings for him. It wasn’t unusual for me to get crushes easily. I’m the type of girl who has a crush on a guy without ever telling him, but just by flirting. I had no idea he felt the same way until one day I was at my register cleaning it up and getting ready to leave. He just came up and told me to call him. Assuming he was joking, I said, ‘’alright, I will’’, sarcastically. Next thing I know, he’s writing his number onto a piece of receipt paper. And I wrote mine to give to him because I’m too shy to call first.

The next day I get a call while I’m in target with my best friend. We talk about hanging out later that night. So we decide to meet at the mall in front of the fountain and movie theater. We ended up having the best date ever, going to the go-kart place across the parking lot.

Little did I know when I got home, my grandparents did not approve because of our race. Because they are like my parents, this disappointed me more than anything. I always want to make them happy and want their approval for everything I do that impacts my life. So for the next 3 month later, we secretly date. I’d go to his house in between classes and it was the best three months of my life.

He always knows what to say when I’m down. He always has the perfect words to say when he tells me he loves me. When I’m not feeling well, he holds me to try to forget how I’m feeling or make me feel better. He asks me every second if I’m okay when he knows I feel my body aching. All the hurt goes away when he’s around. He knows my kind of humor and how to joke around with me. He tells me I’m beautiful everyday because he says he wants my confidence to go up. He would cook me breakfast sometimes when I’d come to his house after I’d have a big test in class. We’d lie down and watch The Office for hours. I knew I truly loved him. We were not only in a relationship, but we were best friends.

But after 3 months of dating, things fell apart. I couldn’t take everybody getting on me about the racial issues. It seemed like nobody supported us at all and we always had to hide that we were dating. We’re still good friends now, we know we still love each other. And we know we’re going to be together some day again when nobody can get in the way. I will always love him even if that doesn’t happen. And I hope he will too. The bad part is, he makes me feel like nobody is good enough anymore. Like the standards are now too high to win my heart :)

by anon