Sunday, April 21, 2013

I Was In Love (part I)


Everyone has got their high school love story. Whether it was a good or bad one, they'll always look back on it as that reminder; "I was in love."

I was an ordinary high school senior. Went to school most of the time, did my homework whenever I felt like it. Life was easy; nothing to worry about but myself.

During lunch period, my friends and I did what all the other kids did: toss our leftover french fries into the canal and watch the fishes eat. As they were all enjoy the simple laughter,  I turned around, and there she was, walking out of the doorway with her long black hair fighting against the wind. During the time, my taste in woman's fashion was weird, and she happened to be wearing what i liked on girls. Wearing an army green button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Dark blue washed up skin tight jeans. Beige beanie, and a pair of black Adidas skate shoes.

My friends saw that I was staring at her and gave that "ooOOooo he's got a cruuusshhh". Well, they weren't wrong, I had to know her.


The following couple of weeks, I asked my friends if anyone of them knew her; "what's her name", "what is she like", stuff like that. Out of coincidence, I realized I kept seeing her everywhere and my heart raced a little more each time. Finally, I got to talk to a friend who was good friends with the girl. My friend intentionally tried to hook us up by having me and her hang out with some friends. Even with that set up, I was too chicken to talk to her. It was embarrassing. Given the chance to get to know someone you like but not say a word to them.

One night, I sat on my computer surfing the web, myspacing and whatnot. I got an instant message from someone named VagrantSoarx. Apparently someone had given the girl my AIM SN. We started talking through that. I felt comfortable with her. She asked for my phone number and I gave it to her. Later that night, we talked hours on end about the most random things to personal stories. It was the first time I've ever really had a phone conversation and I loved every second of it.

Couple of months pass by. Her and I have been talking and hanging out a lot, I even walked her home a couple of times. It was almost Christmas Day. I was out of town doing work with my brother and taking care of this rich lady's house while she was on vacation. A week before Christmas, me and her decided that we should exchange gifts on Christmas Eve. That day, I came back to Lowell to celebrate Christmas with my family and friends. Afterwards, I grabbed the gift I had gotten for her and headed to her house.

Knocking on the door, I became nervous. I didn't know what to expect. She opens the door. I remember clearly, she was dressed up in a Christmas themed PJs with reindeer slippers and a Santa hat holding a white coffee mug filled with hot chocolate. She invited me in. It was the first time I've stepped inside her home. She had told me that no one in her family likes to decorate the house during the holidays, so she's usually the one that makes all the magic. And looking at her tree, she did an amazing job.

We sat down in her living room. We both had our gifts ready to give to each other. She tells me to open the small gift she got me first. It was a black and white necklace. I laughed at her for not noticing that the tags were still on it telling me where and how much she bought it. I handed her my small gift. She opened it with a smile on her face. It was a silver necklace with a robot pendant. She told me how much she loved robots. She gave me a huge hug and thanked me for the gift.

All that was left were our big bags. We decided we should open them at the same time. At the end of the count of 3, we both were laughing. I had gotten her a panda bear, and she got me a penguin. We had this thing where I'd call her a penguin and she'd call me a panda.

There was a moment of silence. She looked at me knowing I wanted to say something. I took the panda I had given her and sat it next to the penguin she got me. In doing so, I sat next to her. And then I finally asked her the question, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

She answered with a joyful yes and followed up with a surprising kiss.

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