Young love is something no one can understand or relate, until it happens to you! Finding that special someone that changes your life in such a way that makes you spend ever minute of everyday talking, thinking and loving them about them.
This story starts 21 years ago. I was 9 and in year 4 at school. I was sitting all by myself, no one around! To be completely honest I was having one of those loner moments. Until some one who at that time I didn't know would change my life forever asked If I would like to play with him. For days after that we would play make believe games of Harry potter. I would be Hermione and he was Harry! We would fight all the dementors and sit through classes at Hogwarts. Our friendship grew and grew and grew.
Before I knew my feelings for him grew as well! We were the only "couple" in year 4 and everyone would laugh and giggle when we would hold hands, sit next to each other in class or even choose each other as partners in social dancing.
A year later in year 5, i didn't get any friends in my class except him. Instead of kids just laughing and giggling at us hold hands they began pointing and making fun of us. I didn't like it and my fear of being disliked over ran my feelings for him. We came to a mutual agreement that we would so call, "break up". He went off with his mates and I well...was kinda back to the start.
Breaking up with him made me realize I didn't have many friends, well any friends at all. I quickly tried to find more friends by hanging around different girls! In that year I went through lots of different friendship groups until I settled down into one that I felt comfortable with.
2 years later in early year 7, we began sitting next to each other in classes and talking and hanging out together. At this moment I still didn't have any feelings for him. After about a month of us just being friends, I could tell things were changing, hormones were kicking in and the awkwardness between us grew. Classes of pure silence became more common between us.
One day in a normal art class, I can remember we had to sketch a vase. The vase we got given was very boring and me being an extremely out there person I grabbed a flower and put it in the vase. We continued drawing, I was in a very enclosed artist mood. AKA I wasn't paying any attention to anything. The only thing I did notice was girls (popular girls) kept running up to him whispering in his ear then running away. After a couple of mins of this I head them whispering "two more minutes".
I was getting very confused, so I asked him what was going on. Without saying a word he placed the picture he had been frantically trying to complete in front of me. Right in the corner of the beautifully drawn picture of a flower and vase was the words will you go out with me?! He was blushing the darkest shade of red possible. I replied with a little pink yes under his question. With a love heart and three kisses, xxx. We hugged and all the girls that kept running up to him before. Yelled out "awwwww".
The next year, I was in year 8. The hormones are growing not just for me but everyone. More guys and girls hooking up and getting together, it's where things really start to shake up. We started talking more and more and thinking about him everyday! The words I love you came out of my mouth more often then not.
I became more comfortable around him and could see myself with him forever. We would hang together everyday, all day and then when it came to say good bye we would part our ways at the tall tree near the bus bay.
