Extraordinary

Him

The likelihood of me meeting Jay was literally one in two thousand, six hundred and seventy (that's how may students we have in our high school. Yes, it is terrifying). Jay is literally one of the most genuinely kind and sweet people I've ever met, and I'm honestly not sure what he sees in a person like me. I'm very talented in the art of being forgetful and using sarcasm on a regular basis. To put it simply, he's Belle and I'm the Beast (talk about a serious role reversal, am I right?) 

Anyways, this boy is the most likely candidate to be the one to be a part of the rest of my life. I'm just hoping to whatever muscular bearded man that's in the sky will somehow inform Jay of how important it is that he stay in my life for a long, long time.

See, everything was falling apart a few months ago. I had gotten dumped by a guy who I felt very strongly about, and who I had shared many huge experiences with. My mother daughter relationship with my Mum officially started ripping apart at the seams, and I felt pretty much alone. Not to mention the regular group of friends that I hung out with lost a few soldiers to a monster living in their mind. So when I saw Jay for the first time, with this huge goofy smile on his face and a spirit that could basically revive a dead rosebush, I was pretty much certain things would change. 

I would change. 

And sure enough, I was right.

We've been together for two months, and I know I'm going to get several eye-rolls for that, but honestly I don't care. If you really love someone, should the time spent together be a main factor in how strongly you should feel about them? To me, it shouldn't matter how long you've spent with someone before you decide you love them. Love at first sight doesn't have to be a myth. It happens, and it happens all the time. It happened  when I met him. I can honestly say that I'm not sure what I would do without him. He understands the daily battles I face, and he goes through them too. Why not face them together? It's a hell of a lot easier when you stand by someone who has walked through the same hell as you have.