This is us on one awesome summer day. This is T, and I am S :P
And here is our story.
I met him in october 2010 for the first time, though our paths had crossed multiple times. My then boyfriend, K, introduced us. He was just another person around in our stutdent lounge. Soon after, when I saw him around, I’d drop a what’s up and we’d exchange some news about our lives. He was pursuing a girl and I was with someone else. We didn’t cross each other’s mind at all, though while getting to know each other as friends we discovered that there were a million possibilities that we could have met before. He went to the same high school as I did, but I graduated before he did. We lived a few streets away from each other. Our siblings go to the same school. That made got us a lil bit closer but not much. All through the christmas break, we talked to each occasionally.
Then all my problems started. My world started crumbling. My then boyfriend showed all signs that he wanted to break up with me. And he did. He left me broken. My grades came out the same week as the break up and they were horrible. My life dropped to an impossible low. I was just living day by day, wishing that all be over as soon as possible so that I didn’t have to face the world like this anymore. Then, one day I was studying by myself, T came by and sat next to me and asked “How are you doing?”… There and then I broke down and told him everything that was wrong. He just sat there and listened and listened and listened. He didn’t take my hand, no.. he didn’t even give me advice that day.. he just let me talk and take everything out.
The next day, and the few months after, he stood by me, helping me gather all the broken pieces up and glue them. I fell for him, but I pushed the feelings away, as I wasn’t over my ex and I wasn’t ready to deal with any feelings. He patiently stood by me, as a strong friend. Every time I got drunk, I knew he was the one I could call to get me home safe. When I felt like ranting he was the one I’d go to.
We started commuting home together, even if for him, it took twice as long. We started planning our days, around each other, making sure that we see each other at least once a day. Finally one night, he put his arm around me for the first time and we had our first hug. A best friend hug <3
One night at an event, he got drunk and asked me to dance with him. I did. He was trying to get me closer to him. I wouldn’t, scared that my feelings would show and that our friendship would be ruined. He finally managed to get me relaxed and that night I had one of the best time of my life.
A month later, our friendship had become so much stronger and we were so much closer that everyone had started asking whether we were going out. We denied it. But somehow we knew we wanted it. One night, we went out for our usual occasional drinks night. I got drunk. Being the weepy drunk, I left to cry and he followed me. He let me drench his shirt, he held me, telling that everything is going to be okay. He kissed me, for the first time. When we got home that night, our minds were spinning. We talked about what we wanted, really. Not what we pretended.
On 14th March 2010, he told me he wanted me, and to hell with the rest and what may happen later. It’s been 2 months. We are both happy. My grades are better. My heart is in his hands and his in mine. This is our summer. This is our time and we intend to make the most of it.
by tutz4life