I've spent plenty of time trying to figure out how I wanted to tell this story, long before actually writing it. To continue from the first chapter I would like to explain that after the night of holding her hand we had started dating on the date of November 3rd 2011. Our first kiss was the next day, and I've remembered it ever since. Now I wish I remembered everything start to finish, however I don't, I remember good moments and bad ones which I will recollect here. To be blunt the relationship started out great, went better than both had thought and I was over there most of the time and spent most of my time with her. She was my first in more ways than one, which helped to strengthen the emotional bond I feel to her...we actually used to skip practices sometimes to spend some time alone, once we even got my truck stuck in a field we was definitely trespassing in and shouldn't have been there or doing anything...but when your young you don't care about anything but being with that person, doesn't matter where you are or what your doing it always sticks with you. We definitely had our share of arguments. Before I continue though I want to explain why, see as I said before I had already felt she was out of my league to date even though she insisted she wasn't. She got along with guys because she grew up with more guys than girls and therefore had more guy friends...which I felt threatened by. I felt insecure like if I didn't do or say something then she would leave me for someone else. That's where it first went wrong...I grew jealous, and had even picked fights with her just for talking to other guys thinking that she would leave me for them, I see now that I shouldn't have acted like that and it was wrong of me to be like that. Nothing good came out of how I was acting as all it did was push her away, even to someone else eventually....but I'm getting ahead of myself. After the field incident we had many months where we may have fought but we were happy together and fell in love. We spent tons of time together and would even sing together in the car. The one homecoming we had went to together was amazing, regrettably we did argue that night because of my own insecure self, which made her want to storm away from me. All of my friends at the time said I should let her go and just break it off there. I couldn't, I was falling in love with her and I knew it, I went after her and got her to come back and dance with me. It was nothing short of magical, after that night we had our song. It was I'll Be by Edwin McCain, and we danced to it many times after that, whether we were in her room or in her mom's kitchen. We loved it, we loved eachother.
