You know those movies that make you cry in the first moments. Well I have watched many of those, listened to the messages, and wished my life to be like them. The lonely girl gets the quarterback on the football team. Or the nerdy girl falls for the captain of the swim team. The only problem with those scenarios is that there is no such thing as two people from different parts of life falling in love. If those movies really expressed what happens in high school, then last year when I asked Collin to go to Homecoming he would have said yes. Maybe the person that I actually wanted to go with would have even noticed my existence in this world. Maybe the one guy I actually was myself around would have liked me the same way. I mean I bet some people from different walks of life really do fall in love, but that doesn't mean the one I have pined over for five years has or will ever look at me and say I want to be with that girl till death do us part. As much as I wish the perfect guy would nock on my door and ask me to coffee, it will not happen. That is because I am the fat ugly girl with acne, and of corse he is the jock on the football team. If it would work out, I would have completed my dream of having a movie love affair in real life. Well I would want it to be more of a love affair, but once again love has never really been my cup of tea.
Now to tell you about the guy I have pined over for how long has it been now, five years.
He is sweet and charming. He gets embarrassed when he is caught in slight nudity. He offered to dance with my when I turned thirteen, because I was upset. He laid on my bed and feel asleep when my friends were being noisy. When I went to his house, years ago, he sat there and talked with me in his pajama pants. When my family was spending New Years with his he invited me upstairs, although I didn't go. I had a locker next to him in middle school, and every second I was getting my school books with him, I was smiling.
Sixth grade is when I fell in love with him. Five years later, I still feel the same way as I did standing by him at those lockers.
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