This is me and my boyfriend walking on the beach.
(Picture taken by my sister, nerdykarina.)
Here’s our story, from my perspective.
I tried to make it short :P
I spotted you at my eighth grade graduation. You were there for your sister, who happened to be someone I knew. I thought you were adorable and I stared at you for quite a while. But me being a nerdy girl who’d never been popular among the guys, I just thought to myself “You’re never gonna get someone like him.”
Fast-forward to my freshman year. I spotted you again, and this time it was in my math class. I couldn’t believe it was you. When we got a seating chart the next day you ended up next to me and I discovered you were a sophomore. Our seating chart changed a few times throughout the school year, and every time we ended up close to each other.
For the first couple months we talked. Then you asked for my number. I didn’t give it to you, I made you give me yours instead. Ha. That first time we talked on the phone was unforgettable. I had so much fun that night simply laying on my bed and chatting with you. After than night I was sure it was a crush. And after that, we talked on the phone all the time.
A few more months passed and you invited me (and my twin sister) to the beach with your friends. Another unforgettable memory. I was never the type to go out, but I’m glad I did that evening. I had so much fun. I’ll never forget that you carried me. I begged you to put me down, but I lied, I didn’t actually want you to.
Couple more months went by and I finally convinced my mom to get me a new cell phone with unlimited text messaging. You and I texted like crazy. Every morning I’d get a message that said “Goodmorning <333” and that’d make my day. We constantly texted during class and I never got caught. After school you’d always send “:)” while I was eating and my mom was suspicious that there was something between us. We texted all day long till I went to sleep, and you’d always end it with “Goodnight love :)” even though we weren’t dating yet.
Your sixteenth birthday came. I was excited to give you a happy birthday hug at school. When I did you said “Are you coming to my party?” I replied with “Well… Am I invited?” And you said “Of course you are.” I did go. I remember being nervous. We were sitting in your front yard, you, me, my sister, your friends. You sat on the arm rest of my chair and held my hand for no reason at all. I sat there smiling to myself. I’d never held a guy’s hand.
The last day of school came, and I was actually sad ‘cause I thought I wouldn’t get to see you all summer long. We went to the senior graduation together that evening, with some other friends. I got bored at the ceremony, and we left. We left our friends behind and walked around the school campus, talking.
We stopped at this certain spot. I was leaning against a wall. You were standing in front of me, facing me. It was silent. Awkardly silent, kind of, but I liked it ‘cause it was just you and me. No one else. And then you kissed me. I was speechless. You’d just given me my first kiss. All I could do was smile. You did it a few more times. We continued to walk around. Then we stopped again. Once again, we stood in silence facing each other. “Karla?” “Yeah?” “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?” I’ll never forget that moment. It was so sweet and perfect. I answered with “Yes, I do” and you kissed me again.
I’m super nerdy. I’d never liked a guy like I liked you. I fell for you but didn’t expect you’d ever feel the same way about me. I was wrong. You liked me for who I was and that makes me so happy. Now I’m yours and you’re mine. We’ve been together for over fifteen months and I’ve never been happier.
You were my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first love. And I can’t wait till you’re my husband.
I love you so much ♥