Once upon a time there was a happy little girl who believed in love and stories of happily ever after and good as good and bad as bad. She was raised in a stable home and had just as many insecurities as the next little girl but had her faith in the Lord. This little girls was me and I am going to share with you my love story. From a young age I was interested in boys, I loved the flutter feeling I would get when one noticed me. In second grade I had my first crush. My first "kid" boyfriend in 3rd grade and started giving my heart away. One of my favorite shows to watch was "Happy Days." I thought the Fonz was so cool and watched the teenage dating ritual complete with make out sessions all glamorized in Sunday, Monday, happy days... Church was no different. The youth were all finding relationships with each other and it all looked so romantic. When would my day come?
I spent my youth waiting for a guy to notice me. My focus was on myself and boys. Getting my first kiss was so exciting. Then I learned the ritual of getting my heart broke. Although that kiss meant something to me it meant little if anything to that boy. So along came the next guy and this time I chose to end this relationship in hopes of something better and more exciting. I wasn't a big dater. I tried to focus on God but if my heart was stirred by a boy showing interest then I would follow my immature impulse and see what would happen this time. Maybe this is the one?!? Adults didn't help much they loved to ask if I had a boyfriend and if I didn't I felt somehow less important. What was I to do.
Then it happened I truly met the boy of my dreams. We were in high school and he was so incredibly handsome. My friend had a crush on him. I really didn't think he would notice me. And he didn't, he doesn't even remember that meeting. A couple months later some friends and I went to a basketball game. After the game we went bowling with a group of guys. A couple of the guys in the group were quite cute and one of my friends placed her claim on one right off the bat. That was ok because there was that guy I had met a couple months ago. He was so cute and a bit of a flirt. As we were bowling he asked to see my class ring. He looked at it and I went to bowl. I forgot about the ring until the next morning when I woke up and noticed it was gone. The next morning was Sunday and an ex of mine from church camp had driven a couple hours to come see me. While he was there I got this call from that cute guy. He had my ring and also the start of my heart.
Very fun seeing you guys this long ago!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's really weird because it seems so long ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. Does that make sense.
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