The road to love can often be long and hard, but in the end, if the feelings are real and strong enough, does that make the journey worth it?
DEFINITELY !!!
The beginning of this year was but the start of many new and different phases of my life. This was something I didn't know but probably should have expected.
Being homeschooled my whole life had taken a toll and I was tired of being locked in my house . . . Always alone. The 9th January of this year was my very first day in a public school. Excitement, fear and uncertainty all buzzing in the air.
The first week was the most difficult because I felt like I was trying, more like struggling, to fit into a culture or society different than my own. The whole world seemed different . . . More creative and loud and spirited. I felt like I was stumbling through it all . . . Sometimes quite literally stumbling.
From the first day at that school there was this one unique guy at the back of the class. He stood out from the rest, not necessarily in looks but more in the kind of vibe he gave off. He was very pale and even though he had darkish brown hair. . .there was this one white patch just above his left ear. He was wearing headphones and seemed drawn away from the world . . . Very distant compared to everyone else. Intriguing at the least.
A warm darkness found its home in those deep brown eyes
A week went by. I had made friends with two of the girls, yet I was still constantly intriguid by the stranger at the back of the class. No sooner had the math teacher moved the class around and he was my new desk partner. We started talking. I helped him . . . Constantly . . . seeing as to how I am brilliant in mathematics and him not so much. Eventually we had exchanged phone numbers and started talking outside of math . . .
Another week went by, and suddenly it was an athletics day at the school. I was helping out there by making food for the athletes, seeing as to how I am absolutely useless in anything sports. He kept staring . . . Apparently I looked different out school uniform . . . And he didn't recognise me at first. The day went by, and we laughed a lot. It was fun. Later that afternoon he came over to my place. We talked some more and after about an hour, I really wanted to kiss him and the way he was looking at me really wasn't helping.
Feelings all confusing.
A few weeks later and we started getting closer. He started coming over to my place every day after school. I had finally discovered his story. . .it was quite like mine, which is probably why I had been drawn to him. We had both suffered the same horrific fate. Eventually he admitted to wanting to kiss me that first day we hanged out . . . And then I came clean too . . . A few days later, he grabbed me and swang me into his arms and kissed me . . . We started getting really close.
But
He started pulling away. His ex was back in the picture. They were writing each other letters constantly and he ditched me when she came calling. I felt used . . . Betraying . . . Hurt. They were spending more time together and barely spoke to me. They would laugh and there eyes would sparkle when they were with each other. He kept me on a leash. Told me go on a date with another guy. Push me away and then pulled me back. Played with my heart. I withdrew. Stopped talking to him . . . Stopped spending time with him . . . Essentially ignored him. Then . . . Two days after Valentine's Day. He stopped communicating with his ex. They wouldn't even great each other.
He started talking to me again
He apologised for the way he had been acting and explained the situation. I forgave him. I still stuck by him even when he was hurting me.
He told me not to tell anyone about us because of the type of people everyone in this town was. I agreed, however many arguments and disagreements developed over this.
We started getting closer again. On the 20th February. . .we made love for the first time. Things went well for a while . . . Well as good as can be expected considering we were a secret and that he still hadn't made up his mind which girl he wanted. . . Me or the prettier one.
Eventually at the end of March, he asked me to be his girlfriend. It wasn't romantic but . . . It meant a lot. We were now exclusive. After all the struggles and all the pain we caused each other . . . We had finally decided to stop trying to find reasons to fight and not be together. Things went amazing. Everyone knew about us. We came up for each other and fought off everyone who tried to break us up. My insecurities still take over every once in a while. . . But . . . Things are amazing. I met his family and he met mine. We spend as much time together as possible and the love we have for each other is so strong that now yesterday . . . When we had to say goodbye for the next two weeks. . . He almost cried. I stole his shirt and am refusing to give it back. He is my piece of complete perfection. My everything.
Conclusion. . . Even when things are difficult. If you fight for what you love . . . Everything will work out in the end and your relationship will be stronger than it ever would have been.
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Wow this is long