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I'm so confused. I think I L-word someone that I shouldn't. It's just so complicated, I can't even begin to describe what I feel...
I had heard so much about him before I even met him. About how he loved the same kind of music I do, plays piano, writes poetry....I was promised that if he ever came to town I would meet him. I never thought it would actually happen. I was waiting in the backseat to go to Summerfest. He sat down next to me, looked me straight in the eye and said, "Hey! How has your summer been?" I felt at that moment that I had known him my whole life, which had never happened to me before. I was a little taken aback, but in a good way. When we got to summerfest, we commented about how annoying it was to see people magnetically connected to one another, that they should give each other space. I did everything I could that night to not be hypocritical, but I could not distance myself from him. I wanted all night to jump into his arms and stay there forever. Instead we held hands, sang, laughed, danced, talked about so many things...on the ride home "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds was playing when he fell asleep on my shoulder. I wished the drive would have lasted forever...I saw him for 4th of July. My friends and I were on the pitchers mound of the baseball diamond at the school where the fireworks would be held. I stood up and jumped up and down until he found me. :o) We talked and talked until they started, and once they did we laid on the blanket, holding hands, watching the fireworks. It seemed as if they were for us. I took him to a party, then drove him home. The last time I saw him I should have kissed him. We went to the seven bridges, walked along the lakeshore, found moonrocks, skipped stones, took pictures...went out for ice cream...jumped on a trampoline, and watched the stars as we both laid in a hammock. I was so nervous to kiss him, and it was just after getting my wisdom teeth out...I could barely open my jaw, and I felt so stupid for not being able to. I should have when I had the chance. He left and went back to Florida. Since then, I have found out so many things about this guy...how he thinks and feels, his wants, his hopes, his fears. I know what I feel for him is something I have never felt before, but it scares me just the same. The other night we talked until 3am, even though I had to be at work by 9 the next day. It's just so crazy...I have only seen, touched, and smelled this guy for one week of my life, but the weeks between then and now have changed what once was into something that maybe will be someday. It's silly for me to even think of the L-word given those circumstances, but this is what I feel in my heart...
My mom doesn't want me to go to Florida to see him this summer. She doesn't understand. My friends do. Alissa said she will help me figure all this out, and even drive me to and from the airport when I need to go. I thank God that I have friends like her. Without these friends I would be nothing.
It sounds so cliché to even say this in my head, but I'll walk those two thousand miles to be able to see him again. And this time everything will be right.
Love waits.
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