I’ll never forget the first time I really met you. We were in the 9th grade and you were friends with one of my best friends. I remember seeing you in the lunchroom and thinking to myself, “holy cow, he is so tall!” Or how I would randomly see you in the hallway and I would run over to you and ask you how tall you were and you never answered because you probably had no idea how to talk to a girl, what to say, or even who I was. But it’s okay, because I thought how tall you were, was very cool.
I’ll never forget how I went two and a half years without ever really “seeing” or talking to you. It’s weird how quickly we became best friends during Cross Country conditioning the summer before senior year, and how you happened to hangout with the same group of friends that I was friends with. We always joked and laughed at how tall you were. I’m glad we became friends, because looking back now, I can’t believe we weren’t friends sooner.
I’ll never forget how Cross Country went, and how you cheered me on. I’ll never forget when my AP Psychology teacher wheeled a vacuum to me one morning and said, “this was dropped off for you.” Someone was asking me to the homecoming dance and I was going to punch whomever it was. Until I opened up the compartment that collects the dirt, and there was a tiny piece of paper that had your name written on it. Your handwriting was so “boy-ish” I almost couldn’t read it, but it’s okay, because I remember getting tiny butterflies in my stomach. Like maybe this would turn into something. I’m really glad my 2nd period teacher let me take it to my car so I didn’t have to carry it around the school for the rest of the day (even though I still got weird looks).
I’ll never forget the day of the Homecoming dance. There happened to be a boy in our homecoming group who shattered my heart not too many months ago. Who played games and messed with my heart all summer. Who didn’t know if he wanted to be with me or the other girl and so he chose neither. You didn’t know that I cried after the day activity, right before you came to pick me up. I bawled. I was so upset that he was in our group for the rest of the night. I kept crying because I felt bad; I felt I wasn’t being fair to you by feeling this way.
I’ll never forget that my neighbor came over before you got there to help me tie up my dress. And when you got there, we didn’t take pictures because no one was home to take them. Your tie matched perfectly and you looked very handsome. I’ll never forget arriving to Olive Garden for dinner, (I still remember the exact Olive Garden location, and where inside the restaurant we sat) where you ate spaghetti and meatballs and I told you I’d be your cheapest date (and I was) because all I ordered was a salad. You had 10 frozen Raspberry Lemonades because they were having free refills that night. But what you won’t remember is how much torture and pain I was in, sitting right across the table from the boy who shattered my heart months earlier, sitting with his date, the new girl he loved. I’ll never forget how peaceful I felt in your presence that night; how hard I tried to pay attention to you and have fun with you as my date and not dwell on the fact that I ached to be with the boy sitting across the table from us.
I’ll also never forget the picture we took. How
we I put a flinstone character in it. How we jumped and your head was almost cut out of the picture because you’re so tall. I’ll never forget that even though I wore high heels, I barely made it past your shoulder. We danced the night away, and I had loads of fun with all of my girl friends and you sort of danced, but it wasn’t really your thing, so I grabbed your arms and swung them from side to side to help you start dancing but you weren’t having it.
I remember the night ending, you dropping me off at my doorstep, giving me an awkward hug (because you’re awkward) and I thanked you for a fun night, knowing I would see you the following Monday at school. I will never forget how I went inside and cried. I cried my heart out. Because I let that stupid boy get to me. I let my feelings rush to the front of my mind and I wasn’t focused on how grateful I was to have even been able to attend this dance; and attend it with you. I cried for hours, and for days… and you never knew… but I’ll never forget.
To be continued…