So, the ever so hilarious and quirky @danidee tagged me in this amazing card [see here] and I couldn't resist the temptation of reminding myself and the world of Vingle what it was like crushing super hard for years. Here goes nothing. Please brace yourself.
I'll admit, I've come quite a long way from freshman year at Meade High School. I was rather popular. Yes, I'm tooting my own horn, but I also didn't have varsity basketball players trying to win my heart. Although I ended up falling for one of the hottest and best track runners on the track team -- Matthew Brinkley. It was the summer before sophomore year and a few close friends of mine wanted to have our annual weekend meet up at the mall. I was told that a childhood friend would be tagging along. Mind you, myself and this childhood friend had quickly became pretty good friends ourselves thanks to AIM [this is pre-Tinder].
The thing is, I happened to have told a few white lies throughout the time we were getting to know one another. One of the lies happened to be that I played basketball for a few years [he still brings this up to this day]. Mind you, I had only ever taken up ballet and karate. We finally met and instantly clicked.
Here goes the young girl who grew up to be a woman who loved harder than most.
He was that kind of guy who gave you butterflies without saying a word. It was deep. We got pretty close and everyone at school eventually thought we were official. Yeah, officially friends and that's all it ever was. He was the best friend that you always wanted and I honestly cherish how close we were for those few years. We shared inside jokes. He was close with my family, especially my mom and when talking on the phone was "cool" -- that's all we did. He had my hotline going bling way before Drake came up with that song. He was the kermit to my piggy [our nicknames for each other back when I was on the heavier side]. He was perfect and still is perfect.
Mind you, I fell in love with a guy who turned out to love other guys. Although I was heartbroken and felt extremely stupid for falling extremely hard -- I never stopped loving him. I loved him even more. He was brave and courageous for expressing his true self and not being afraid of what others thought. I accepted him fully. He's a great guy and always will be. He's gone on to do great things. He has a MA in Marriage and Family Therapy & he is in the process of obtaining his Ph.D. Trust me when I say that he sure knows how to get on my nerves, but that's what close friends do.
We may not speak everyday like we used to because we are on total opposites of the world, but he still and will always have a special place in my heart.