Summer 2010. Just moved across the state from Small Town USA to Rich Suburbia life. It was only 3 weeks after I made the biggest move of my life that I met him.
He was my best friend. Together 23/7. (Needed at least 1 hour to shower, brush teeth, y’know) Had the same group of friends & were apart of each others families. Even with dating others before him, he was my first actual “summer boyfriend.” We went to the beach & shared ice cream cones. We would sneak out at night just to hold hands on the swing-set like little kids.
On July 25th at 2:30 a.m., I here a clinking noise on my window. I open it up & there he is, standing in my front yard, throwing pebbles at my window like we’re in some cheesy Disney film. I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. He asks me to come down & outside. Its warm out, but its starting to drizzle rain. He pulls me off of my front porch & asks me to be his girlfriend. My only reaction was to wrap my arms around him & squeal like a little girl. That was my first kiss in the rain.
It ended on October 10th. Getting out of his parked car that was in front of my house, throwing away my empty & now crushed Arnold Palmer can & attempting to make it to my room before falling into a million tiny pieces. Even sitting here typing this I want to cry. After it was over, we still talked, still hung-out with our friends at the same time, we still txted & occasionally would sneak out to each other. We were on & off for the next couple of months. After playing one too many games with each other, we decided to call it quits forever & just be acquaintances. It was hard, but it helped me to move on.
Here it is, Summer 2011 & he’s taking me on a date for my birthday. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to quit this boy. He’s my best friend & the love I want to be in.
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