This is the love of my life and I.
And this this is our story.
I know it’s long, but it’s worth the read. I promise.
June 11th, 2008.
Day of my eighth grade graduation. I wore a dress for the first time in years. I was excited. I arrived at the high school football field and me, my sister, and some friends met and hung out for a while before the ceremony. We were pretty much just looking at people’s fancy outfits. I noticed a group of skaters. Older kids. High school kids. Then a while later as I searched for more familiar faces, I noticed another skater, but this was a cute one. A gorgeous one. He was a long distance away but he walking in my direction. While my little circle of friends chatted, I was distracted by this guy. First thing that caught my eye was his long, light brown hair. I remember staring for five or ten seconds straight. Then I look to his right and I see an older couple. His parents, maybe? Then I look to their right and I see my friend staring at me (not a close friend, just an acquaintance from school, I guess you can call her). They were all together, so I figured it was my friend, her brother, and her parents. I finally look away, and that boy popped into my head several times later that day, but I didn’t see him again.
August 27th, 2008.
Day of my freshman year orientation. I was nervous. The orientation was in the gym. My twin sister and I, obviously in the same grade, sat in the last row of chairs in the back. A little while into the orientation, my friend walks in, with her brother. Remember that cute skater I mentioned earlier? Well, it was him again. And not only was he there, but he sat in my row two seats away from me. He was called up for some kind of activity, and when he left I turned to my friend and asked her “Is that your brother?” She replied with a “Yes.” He was accompanying her so she wouldn’t be alone. Later that day, it was time for us freshmen to get a tour of the school campus. My sister and I were given that tour by two older students. While walking down a particular hallway, I noticed the skater boy yet again. He was showing his sister around since he knew the campus already. They were walking in our direction and I actually walked right by him, but I was too nervous, so I looked down. He popped into my head several times later that day, just as he had months earlier.
September 2nd, 2008.
First day of my freshmen year in high school. I was so nervous, I could’ve thrown up, but thankfully I wasn’t alone. I had my twin sister with me, just like I do every first day of school. Before school actually started, I saw my friend (the guy’s sister) and walked to her because she was alone. She said to me, “I’m so nervous, I’m gonna shit my pants.” And she also told me her brother “ditched her.” Later that day, after going to all my classes, it was nearly the end of the day and I walked into sixth period, Algebra 2. I knew a few people. During that short period, the teacher instructed us to get up and find two people to shake hands with and introduce ourselves to. I, like everyone else, went to two people I already knew. While I was talking to my friend, I looked around the class and guess who I saw? It was the skater guy, again! I couldn’t believe it. I still remember the shirt he was wearing.
September 3rd, 2008.
Second day of school. I had two classes with the guy’s sister. In first period French, I asked her, “Hey, do you know what shirt your brother was wearing yesterday?” She didn’t. I said, “Was it ‘Rise Against’ something…?” And then she remembered. “Oh yeah! It was ‘Rage Against the Machine.” I said to her, “Oh, he’s in my sixth period,” and smiled. Fast-forward to sixth period that day. The teacher had another little activity for us. We lined up in two rows outside the classroom and faced each other. The teacher asked random questions, and we answered them to the person in front of us. I was lucky and was partnered up with a guy I knew. But I was also lucky ‘cause the cute skater guy was next to me. After several questions, the teacher began grouping us in fours and assigning us seats. Since that boy was next to me, we got to sit at the same table. I was so nervous, it’s crazy. I remember I had butterflies inside the whole time. He started talking to me right away. And by the way, he was a sophomore.
For the next couple weeks, I’d feel butterflies before sixth period every day. The boy and I talked and he did things to make me uncomfortable. He stared at me for long periods of time ‘cause he knew it’d make me nervous. He joked around and made me laugh. I soon decided sixth period was the best, and he was the reason.
Several weeks into the school year, we exchanged numbers. The first night we talked was amazing. I can’t think of another way to put it. We talked for hours till past three in the morning. I had so much fun. Then when we hung up I listened to the song “Crush” by David Archuleta, which starts off with, “I hung up the phone tonight. Something happened for the first time deep inside, there’s a rush, what a rush. ‘Cause the possibility that you could ever feel the same way about me is just too much, just too much. Why do I keep running from the truth? All I ever think about is you. You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized and I just got to know: Do you ever think, when you’re all alone, all that we could be, where this thing could go? Am I crazy or falling in love?” All I could do is lay there and smile to myself. Smile and think about the most amazing conversation I’d just had with this boy.
Week after week we talked on Friday or Saturday nights. Every time, it was hours. We had something going, I knew we did. At school, you wouldn’t believe our luck. Our math teacher changed our seats every six weeks, and every time me and this lovely boy ended up together. Crazy, huh? We talked and laughed during class, we talked on the phone. He flirted a lot with me. He even called me nicknames like “love” and “wifey” and “honey buns.” He constantly told me he loved me and told me we were gonna get married. I loved it all.
December 19th, 2008.
Last day of school before winter break. We sat together in sixth period talking. He touched my hand for some reason and said it was cold. I told him, “I’m cold. You should let me borrow your jacket.” He did just that. He took it off and handed it to me, and I put it on. I’d never felt warmer.
January 30th, 2009.
First time we ever hung out outside of school. We met at the beach in the evening. Me with my sister, and him with two friends. I was never the type of girl who went out. In fact, I rarely went out. But this day was so great. For the next couple weeks all I could think about was how much fun I’d had with him. And we hung out more and more often. Every time, it was at the beach. But I never got tired of it.
May 6th, 2009.
His sixteenth birthday. My sister and I were invited to his party. It wasn’t big. Just some friends, and us. And we were the only girls, so I felt special. During the party, he came and sat on the arm rest of my chair. I was freaking out! He just talked to me, and in front of all his friends, he even held my hand for a while. I was the happiest girl ever.
May 7th, 2009.
Day I got a new cell phone, along with unlimited texting. He was the first one I texted.
And from then on, we were inseparable, over text at least. We texted before school, during school, after school, all day till one of us went to sleep, and never got tired of it. He never failed to send me a “Goodmorning <333” text and say “Nighty night love :)” before bed.
June 12th, 2009.
Last day of school. I was excited for vacation, but sad as well ‘cause I wouldn’t see him all summer, or at least I thought so. I walked into sixth period that day, last class of the year. Everyone was scattered around the room. I spotted him and he motioned for me to sit by him. I did, and I enjoyed the last hour I had with him. After school we spent some time together on campus. I didn’t wanna leave him, so I kinda just waited till he left first. But he didn’t. Instead he walked me to the bus stop. In the evening we went to the senior graduation together. But the ceremony bored us. We left the bleachers and hung out around campus, just talking. After plenty of walking, we stopped. We stood facing each other, me against a wall and him in front of me. We were alone. It was quiet. And then he did it. He leaned down and kissed me. I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. It was amazing. He continued to kiss me. He must’ve done it at least five times. Then some more walking, and then another stop. This time was similar. Quiet. Alone. Perfect. He said “Karla?” and I looked him in the eyes and answered, “Yeah?” I wasn’t sure what he was gonna tell me. I was too busy thinking of all the lovely kisses. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” A huge grin came over my face and I replied with a “Yes, I do.” He then kissed me again. And again, and again. Graduation ended, and we met up with my sister and some friends. We walked to the beach, which was just blocks away. But I had to go home. He walked me to the bus stop and I could think about on the bus ride home was how perfect my evening had been.
June 12th, 2010.
Our one year anniversary. Two years and one day after I got my first look at him. One year after he made me his girl.
Long story short: I once laid my eyes on the most gorgeous skater boy ever. And I once fell in love with a boy in my math class. The skater boy and the boy in math class are the same boy. And that boy is now mine. He was my first kiss. My first boyfriend. My first love, and my last. He’s my best friend too. Fate (and perhaps too many coincidences?) brought us together, and now we’re inseparable. We’re now at almost fourteen months, but it feels like years and years. It seems like it all happened such a long time ago, yet I remember every detail perfectly. It started my freshman and his sophomore year. I was fourteen, he was fifteen. I’m now a junior and he’s a senior and we’re still together. I’m sixteen and he’s seventeen. We talk about eveything and anything. We fight, we argue, but we never let each other go. We kiss and make up because our love is the real kind of love. Even when I’m mad at him, I wanna talk to him, be with him. When we’re together, I wish I could stop time. When we’re apart, I miss him like crazy. We have a connection like no other. You’ll never find two teens who are more in love than we are.
We’ve already planned out our future together. I’m gonna be a pediatrician, he’s gonnna be a firefighter. We’re gonna have a perfect wedding and he’s gonna buy me the perfect dress. We’re gonna raise at least two kids together. And when those kids are old enough, we’re gonna tell them about being high school sweethearts. We’re gonna have a nice house by the beach. And we’re gonna live happily ever after ♥
I love you Oscar. I love you with all my heart and more.
by karlathegeek