One Way Romance

It all started two Septembers ago. There I was in French class, a measly eight grader in a sea of high school students. I had just found my class on the first day and calming my nerves, trying to stay cool, I walked into my class only to see... Him. There he was like an angel that fell from heaven above, except for those hideous basketball shorts, those were terrible. I pinched myself to make sure I was not dreaming and then continued to the teacher’s desk. “ Bonjour!” I uttered nervously and then stumbled to my not -yet assigned seat. Day dreaming and glancing over at my newfound obsession, I took note of his musical talent- wasn’t the sound of his fingertips drumming on his desktop so angelic? His favorite color seemed to be red. This was brought to my attention by the fact that he carried a red binder and he had a subtle red stripe on his shorts. Oh red, the color of... love!

So walking back to Middle School ,which seemed to be much less appealing now having experienced the whimsical wonderland of High School, I asked my friend Daven what she thought of my future husband. “ So.. umm. You know that guy, the one who looks like Justin Bieber except twenty times cooler because the biebs is like so overrated?...”

“ummm.... no”, she responded.

“ Of course you do!” I said with complete certainty, “ You know who I’m talking about! he is like really cute and he is pale, but in like a good way, you know? Like he doesn’t sparkle in the sun or anything but he has that sexy 500 years old thing working for him”

She looked at me with the most astonished look on her face, “ Were we in the same class today?”

Then it struck me, I was the only one who noticed this beautiful creature. I had made a new discovery! I could further the knowledge of all human existence! This boy had to be some kind of unknown species!

So the next day, I came into class ready to observe. Now this is where the adventure truly begins, you see, it really was not my fault! The teacher wrote everyone’s names on the board, first and last, and our names went so great together it must have been fate. So, that night, on Facebook I waited and waited, and then it came, the dreaded No Results Found. No results found! you mean I actually have to talk to this boy?

So I took my chance in in French and I was all ready to be partnered up with him  for  the  interview section of the class. I had my questions flawlessly prepared.

1. What is your name

2. What grade are you in?

3. What City do you live in?

4. What street do you live on?

5. Do you want to get married?

Ok, maybe some of those were a little too far, but, hey, he would get the idea.

It was now just before Winter Break, that I had been observing his every move.

The extent of our conversations were, “excuse me.”, and “ sorry.”, when we had bumped into each other going through the classroom door. But we had that internal connection. You know the one where his face went like this[makes face], that meant he had something on his mind. When he tapped his pen on his desk three or more times that meant he was trying to send me a message in morse code. Most of the time it was something along the lines of ,” Hey Madyson you look really cute today and I am envious of your french skills, want to hang out sometime?” That was at least what I thought he was trying to convey since I did not exactly know morse code. There were the little details like how he came from Colorado Springs, which. according to google images, was gorgeous in the winter time. This would be a lovely place for our wedding. Our lovely wedding in Colorado Springs with our red rose bouquets, and our band that he could drum a song for with his extreme drumming skills. Our beautiful wedding in which his vows would be so artistically articulate from that deep, sensitive mind of his. I dreamed all Winter Break of my Christmas wish coming true, in which I would come back to school with a present on my desk. a beautiful, elegantly wrapped little box, it would not even matter what was inside, all that would matter is that it was from him. So, that is why when I came back from school on that dreadful day, On that dreadful day where not only was there not a elegantly wrapped present on my desk, but my most treasured possession not present at his seat. I started to get worried. What had happened to him over Winter Break? “He was just sick”, I tried to tell myself. “ He was just sick or he just took an extra day off. He was just sick or he took an extra day off or he was trapped  at the bottom of a well needing me to help him out! Or... Maybe he was dead!” I could not help myself but to think of all of these possible outcomes. To think of the state of the future father of my children, when I could not concentrate anymore! What was that sound... such an annoying sound! That sound that shook my brain and made my skin crawl! “ Will you stop tapping?”, I screamed! I never realized how annoying that sound really was until I received the dire news. My love, my one and only had move back to Colorado. Without me. They said he had only been here while his father was on business, it was never a permanent position, and worst of all, he would not be back. So, I gave myself  a long moment of silence, suckin up my tears, trying to hold my broken heart together while I taped up my sorrow, I knew I would never move on.

It seemed that walking down the halls of school, I would see a lot of boys that resembled my Coloradoan Prince. But no one, would live up to him. I spent weeks looking down at my feet, not wanting to feel the disappointment of boys who could not live up to my fiance's status. No one had the charm of the boy who lived over there, whose first class was that way, who had three jackets, four pairs of pants, a part that went to the right, and the most dazzling brown eyes, but most of all this boy possessed my heart. I walked down the halls in sorrow, thinking of all of those great memories we had shared. About how my life seemed to end yet everyone else’s did not seem to skip a beat, I grimaced at the thought that a boy who was so important to me had his name wiped off the roster of the only class we shared. Just as I was thinking about joining the nunnery for there would be no hope for love in my life ever again, I had come to an abrupt stop. Looking up at what had got in my way I saw the most marvelous creature. Maybe I could move on ....