It all started by a simple hello. He started talking to me on March 9, 2011. By the looks of his Formspring picture, I knew he was a musician with the guitar in his hands and those big headphones. He was cute. He gave me his number and I gave him mine. I didn’t think a lot of him then. I also didn’t think we would get close as much as we did.
The first time we oovoo’ed, he sang “Like We Used To” by A Rocket To The Moon to me. His voice was amazing. It was the first time we really connected. The second time we oovoo’ed we just started talking about random things like how our day was, what we liked, etc. That was the day I knew that I liked him.
March 13, 2011 was the day I finally met him in person. I went to the mall with my mom and I met him at the food court. He ran up to me with a smile that could light up a room, and gave me the tightest hug I’ve ever received. I introduced him to my mom and I knew by the look of her face that there was something wrong. I tried to put that in the back of my head because I wanted to enjoy my time with him. So we walked around the mall, his arm around me, talking about how our day was and everything. He then bought me a panda pillow pet which I still have. We went into Pacsun and sat on the bench, his arm still around me. The song “Into Your Arms by The Maine” was playing and we both sang to the song. Then .. he kissed me.
It was his first kiss.
I smiled as I put my head on his shoulders. We then went out of the store and just walked around and talked. I then had to go.
As I got in the car, I knew something was wrong. I asked my mom what was wrong, she said that she was disappointed in me. I asked, “What did I do?” She responded, “You let that boy put his arm around you.”
I was confused. My mom being disappointed just because of him putting hisarm around me? Seriously? It wasn’t like we were making out in the bathroom stall.
I didn’t know something this minor would lead up to this. Right now, I’m not allowed to date. Everyday, my mom would bring it up and tell me how disappointed she is at me. I can’t do anything to make her be proud of me like before. Everyday I pray that it can all get better. But it just stays the same.
I still talk to him. But it wasn’t like before. No more hearts, no more “I miss you” ‘s, no more compliments, no more nothing. Just “How was your day” ‘s. I do miss him. I want to tell him that .. but it’ll just be awkward. So for now, I’m just trying to keep up with whatever life brings me. I guess everything does have to end with a simple goodbye.