Writing with a Purpose: Summer Edition

3. 5/26/15

I'm currently writing at 1:34 AM. Today marks my one month anniversary with my amazing boyfriend Brenon. Yeah sure, one month with any regular couple who maybe just met that year would seem pathetically short. Very short of milestone to most, but it's different between us. I haven't given much detail on him so I've decided to tell you our story. The history between Him and I.

It all started in 7th grade, that's when I first met him. It was a new class with new faces and for some reason, I spotted his. He was a smart-mouth then and still is to this day. I was pretty shy back that, not like how I am today. I was so terrified to talk to him so I avoided it at all costs and sometimes I would look at him and never let him catch me looking at him. Or at least, I tried. Honestly as my 7th year went by, I began to hate Brenon. He was such a bully, and I was so self-conscious then so I guess that's why it made me so upset. Even though I hated him, a small part of me couldn't help but find him cute and I think that's what made me mad the most. My mother always told me that if a boy bullies you, that means he likes you. To me, it never seemed like he liked me.

Moving on, 7th grade pasted and somehow I got his number. Honestly, I have no recollection on HOW I got Brenon's number. It baffles me. Every time I try to remember, nothing comes up and I wish I could remember how I did. I don't even remember how we began texting. Like we were never friends and I think I just randomly texted him one day and he was actually nice to me!

We continued talking and we never stopped. Brenon became my bestfriend, well besides Betsy and Melissa. We talked everyday, morning to night, for 3 years. I trusted Brenon with my secrets, my stories, myself. He was good to me.

Last summer, I started to like Brenon again. You know how when you talk to someone for a long time and after a while a conversation will die out and you kind of get bored texting them? Moments like that rarely happened between him and I. I started to admire how much he always cared about me, and when I would cry, even if he didn't know what to say, he'd still be there. Trying to cheer me up. He's always wanted the best for me. One day, we got into fight. Once again, that's a tad personal but it ended really bad. I decided we were no longer friends anymore. I hated him once again, and it made me cry. I remained bitter towards him.

He later came and apologized to me which only gave me my chance to finally lash out and say all I had forgotten to say. It felt good. It always feels good to comfortably tell someone off with no regrets. After talking everything out, I forgave him. We later grew close again, but I kept things strictly as friends.

Until recently.

My sappy heart began to fall for Brenon once again! It's not like he was being flirty or anything, No. That never was what made me fall for Brenon. I fell for Brenon because of who he is. He cared about me. He always has. I can have real conversations with him. He makes me laugh. We both have a smart ass kind of attitude and we work so well in so many areas. I never told Brenon that I began to like him again. I figured it might be safer to just feel this in silence and see how things take it's course. Finally, Brenon and I decided it was high time we meet once again. I hadn't really seen Brenon since 7th grade except once early in the school year (sophomore year), I did see him at a football game for like a few seconds tops a few days before we got in our fight.

We planned out everything. The plan was to go to a basketball game and then afterward hangout at his house. I would also be meeting his whole immediate family, you know Mom, Dad, etc. My parents are protective over me, so honestly the fact that my parents actually allowed me to go, baffled me beyond reason. I went, and even though I was nervous meeting his family and such, it all seemed so natural. Talking to Brenon came so easy. We talk everyday so how could it not be? We went to the game and messed with each other phones. We laughed and made jokes. It was overall a good time even though that gym was so hot. Later when we returned to his house, we all watched a movie in the living room. All of us including his mom, dad, and me, along with Brenon of course. We sat on our own couch. At first we just sat there, watching movies, as time progressed I made a brave move and decided to cuddle him. It was so comfortable. I thought about how I would love to do this again. I wasn't sure when, and frankly, I didn't mind as long as I could hold him like that again. Brenon made the BOLD move of holding my hand later on that night too. I'm not a fan of holding hands especially not with someone I'm new to doing it with, solely because my hands sweat and it's gross. I'm always afraid it will scare that person away from wanting to hold it again, so I just prefer not to. On the car ride back home, he held it again. It was funny, and a tad weird, but I was happy he did it.

After seeing Brenon again, it was April 18th by the way, I knew I had to have him all to myself. He had to be mine, I had fallen for him again, hard. We became even closer every day, flirting with each other again, and finally claiming one another. Waking up to his messages made my day and I slept easy every night after a goodnight from him. Then finally, he asked me out. April 26th. I said yes, of course. Best decision I've made this year.

So yeah, we may only have one month accumulated up so far. Yeah, that is short. But I'll tell you this much, there's a lot more to go. You can bet on that.

Anyway, I'm watching Hunger Games, the second one, for what makes the fourth time now and I've probably talked your head off with the amount of sap in this whole short entry, so Goodnight. I guess I could say Good Morning, I will be submitting another page for the rest of my day later on tonight.

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