US

 

            The one thing that made US, us. The one object that made us have something that made us have something we never expected to have, senior year of high school. It might have been love, then, but at that age you are still untouched by the harshness of life. You might have not known that I was waiting for years, or you never had the confidence too. You are perfect and whatever we had that year of high school, grew. It grew into something meaningful, everyone in our grade wanted this, and they thought that we were perfect. We were special than, you were my dream, that I thought would only be dreamt and that I never thought would be true. WE were the perfect us.

            You were eighteen already and you drove me places for us, to just be us. They were special time, just us two, no one getting into our business. The big exception of that was, that we were only friends. Friends for almost a couple years by than, since freshman year. Yet, since freshman year, we haven’t stopped talking, even when I was mad at you, you knew what happened and apologized or I did the same for you. Yet when I was mad, you stayed and made sure I was okay and wouldn’t leave until everything was okay. We know everything about each other. Yet, neither of us annoyed the other, we both loved to talk to each other and learn more every time. You cared about me and was the one that stopped the pain. You were a gentleman, you held the door open for me and when you were going to pick me up, you talked with my dad. You were everything I wanted in a boyfriend. Even though we each had our fair share of relationships, he never wanted to talk about his girlfriends. He also wouldn’t date them for long, none of them were for him. He knew more about me than my girlfriends did. WE knew everything about each other.

            My friends expected this to come sooner than later, I thought at first, but than lost hope. You might have not been the “popular” guy, or the strong muscular guy, or even the hot guy, but I wanted you to be my guy.

            You were taller than me, even though everyone is. I loved it when you looked down at me with you blue eyes, and all I wanted to do was run my hand through your light brown hair, and kiss you. But than, that was just a fantasy, not knowing that might come true one day in the future.

            We have never been in love enough to go to the next level with someone, and even though some guys tried to force me, you never did that. I know you never did that to your past girlfriends and I know you never will. You wanted for them to be ready, and made it sweet. We would end up being each others first.

            Even though Senior year did not exactly start, we still counted the summer as senior year. We had the best plans for our summer, not knowing it was going to make a turn for the, best.

            But this is where are story begins, in the summer of 2016, before graduating. Michaela, me, and Dennis would have something that not a lot of people shared, without having some trouble and something’s will turn for the worst and other will make a turn for the good.