You know when you meet the right person you feel butterflies in your stomach and your heart starts to race? Well, that is the case for more, for me it is a bit different. When it comes to be falling in love I shiver. I am not sure why, but this feeling just runs up my spine making me shiver with delight.
The only reason I know this is because I fell in love at random. I did not plan on it, but there was nothing I could do to stop myself from falling hopelessly in love with the other person.
I knew that I was in love with him because of the shivers. Whenever I saw him I would have this slight feeling of a mouse running up my spine, making me shake a little as if trying to get the creature off of me.
Love was different from a crush, because I have had crushes before. There were at least a dozen guys all throughout my middle school and high school years that I was drawn to. None of them made me tremble with love though.
This one guy – the one I am in love with – came out of nowhere my senior year of high school. He was new and we all know that girls have crushes on the new guy. It is like a thing, I swear. Every single girl, single or not, were talking about him. The subjects ranged from what his name was to more personal questions that one might not know. The bug question, of course, was if he was single.
There was only one person that never had those flighty feelings inside of her and would watch bemused as all of the other girls tried to flirt with him. It was strange that one girl out of hundreds were not into him. I once asked her once what it was that did not make her crazy about him and she confessed that she was already dating a guy and he was much better looking than this arrogant guy.
Okay, I had to admit she was true in some ways. The new guy – Zander – was a bit arrogant. His ego was growing and it had to be due girls loving him to the point of drowning him in love. The problem was that he was not sinking under all of the love, but simply floating along, unware of the girls continues flirting.
Each girl would flirt and dress in as little clothes as possible. It seemed that he noticed what they were wearing because he would question them about it. As far as the flirting went, he just talked to them and did not flirt back. Either he was already dating someone and was loyal like a dog, or he was oblivious to the girls’ flirtatious attitudes.
Me? I tried a different approach. I did not dress in clothes that could show off mass amounts of cleavage and my butt. No, I dressed in jeans and tee-shirts along with a pair of cute sandals. I would like to blame it on the fact that my parents were very conservative and hated their daughter showing too much skin. I could wear a pair of capris and I would be scolded. I was even surprised that they let me wear a bathing suit at all.
I often tried to talk to Zander, but any conversation was cut short by some other person interfering. At times I got frustrated because this was the only guy I had met who gave me shivers, so I knew that it was meant to be. I knew that it might not end in marriage, but dating would be nice.
After a few months school came to an end and we graduated. That meant that I was now done with high school and was starting another chapter in my life. It also meant that I would not see Zander again. That made me depressed to the point of me not being in the same happy state as everyone else, but I knew that if we were meant to be then we could run across each other again.
That was why for a few weeks after graduation I often scanned the crowds trying to spot him. I did not think it would be that hard, for he was over six foot tall and had dark brown hair on his head that always gave him a bed-head look. His eyes were the most intriguing feature for sure. Zander had pure blue eyes that were the color of the Caribbean ocean. I could look into those eyes forever and I wanted to, but never did thanks to me not wanting to see like a creeper.
