The "Funny" Book

That One Special Person

    Boys never liked me before puberty. I've been knocked to the floor and kicked because of my faith; or rather lack thereof. But nothing hurts more than being a joke. A boy would walk up to me and ask if I wanted to be his girlfriend, with a whole crowd of snickering friends behind him. My reaction has always been to run and cry somewhere; well, anywhere. No one ever noticed me anyway. Was I really that undesirable that boys were daring each other to ask me out? Trust me, humiliation hurt even worse than having the wind knocked out of you.

    I've never had much luck with girls, either (Not that I really tried with them to begin with). I lost my first best friend in the second grade, after being made do a lot of things I didn't want to do. She said I was too silly. I stayed with her for a year after being used. I guess it was for the best we went our separate ways. I still see her, though. All the time. And she doesn't even look at me anymore. She never apologized, and I hope she never does. That way I can keep hating her.

    By the seventh grade I had survived being taunted, shown off like a circus animal, a witch trial (not even joking), being branded multiple variations of words ending with "tard", and multiple petty thefts. I felt like I was going to either kill myself, or kill everybody else.

    Nowadays, I am very much alive and well. Would it be cheesy to say what saved me is love? Well, cheesy or not cheesy. It really is the truth. I've been with the same boy since middle school. That's almost five years. If you know me irl and you know my boyfriend, I'm sorry (or not) because you're about to hear the mushiest doting ever conceived.

    I didn't even know it was possible to love someone so much; or to be so loved by somebody for that matter. I remember sitting there, thinking of drinking a bottle of rubbing alcohol, when, suddenly, this boy I'd been introduced to the year before walks up and starts talking to me. Each day he came and stood next to me, and each day I looked forward to going to school a little more.  I just don't know how to explain the feeling his company brings me. I feel stronger and braver and far safer than I would on my own. My face feels hot and, even after five years, my heart still beats faster when he's around. Best of all, however, is the feeling of assurance. When we hold hands I know that no matter what happens I'll never be completely alone again. For the first time in forever I know what it's like to be truly happy. <3

    Well... That was personal. Hobbling back to my hermit hole now. Hobble.... Hobble....