June 14th 2018. That's when I met him. He was perfect in every way. I met him at my neighbors family reunion. He was tall, cute in a nerdy way. He had dirty blonde hair that clung to the sides of his face perfectly. Sparkling blue eyes that you would sink into. He wore glasses that framed his face perfectly. We were at a lake. I had just got done swimming and had gone up to the table. I sat in one of the chairs, my short black hair clinging to my face. Which was now red from hours in the sun. I was munching on a cookie when I saw him. He was wearing a palm tree polo shirt with blue swim trunks. He was gorgeous. But I wouldn't tell him that. Truth be told he intimidated me. I still remember the first words he said to me. "So, red or blonde?" I was confused until it dawned upon me. From all the freckles he seen on me, he had guessed I was either a natural red head or Blondie. I'm a natural red head btw. I was so nervous. An hour later we all were back in the lake swimming. He kept throwing me under water or pretending to drown me. He was playful and serious all at once. I loved that he was like that. Soon it was time to go. His cousin was too tired to walk so he gave her a piggy back ride to the car. I told her i thought he was cute. A couple days later I saw him at my neighbors house. I went up there and we talked. Around 9:30 me and my two other friends were supposed to go home. He and his two other cousins were on the trampoline. So we stayed and we talked. I went to lie down and look at the stars. He layed down beside me. We kept looking at each other. In that moment nothing mattered. Just me and him. We locked our eyes together, neither one of us dared to look away. Inch by inch he got closer and closer to me. Until our arms and legs were touching. Around 2:40 in the morning we had moved to the ground because his cousin took up the whole trampoline. I never fell asleep. I stayed up and I watched him. He looked so peaceful. I was already protective over him. Much less I had grown feelings for the guy. I gave him my contact information. We texted everyday if we weren't close to each other. And every day i was with him felt amazing. I was hopelessly falling for him. The next day I spent all day up there with him. I hadn't even touched my phone when I was with him. Much less had it on me. He always tried to get me to eat in front of him, but I wouldn't. I woke up the next morning and he was right in front of me. Watching me sleep. I moved over so he could fit. So here we were lying on a couch. Together. He looked into my eyes. And in my head I was thinking about how I wanted him to kiss me. Then he told me that he wanted to also. You know what I did? I made an inhumane grunting like noise. He just looked embarrassed. I was flustered and my face was probably as red as a red pepper. You see. He would have been my first kiss. For some reason I didn't want that. So I backed off. Later that day I was arguing playfully with him. And he layed right on Top of me. His pelvis slap against mine. Wasn't it a sight when his aunt, my neighbor, walked in. I was over the top embarrassed. I tried to get up or love him but I couldn't. He wouldn't let me. I couldn't even go to my house without him having my keys so I wouldn't leave him. Needless to say i was already so deeply in love with him. Every day that I saw him I cuddled up to him. We were like an unofficial couple. He was accepting of every part of me. He knew me better then I knew myself. I loved it. He excited me. He was like a rush of tempting danger. On the outside he looked as if he was as sweet as can be. But he also had another side that only I saw. And I loved it. I saw him home a couple days later. I was almost always on my phone texting him. That was all I did. He came back a week later. And spent the weekend. I loved it. His aunt did my makeup but I wouldn't let him see. I tried to hide my face from him at all costs but he finally grabbed my wrists and pushed them apart to see my face. I kept looking down or away from him. He called me cute and beautiful. Gorgeous even. But it wasn't me. I never wore makeup. Later that day when I had to go back home I took it all off. The next day he was gone again. I loved hanging out with him. He was in band camp. I texted him whenever I could. A couple days later I went to Tennessee to see family. By that point he had gotten a little more distant and I was doubting this whole thing we had going on. Everyday while we were apart. He would be horny and wanted pictures. I kept telling him no. 4 days into my trip. My anxiety and depression were in control of me. I texted him. I told him I have a question. He replied in fifteen minutes. I asked him why we weren't official yet. He said he wanted the time to be right. I asked when will it be the right time. He said soon. I asked do you love me. He said yes baby. I said okay. A few minutes into the conversation we got into an argument. I wanted to be his, officially. He didn't. I asked him this " Do you even love me or is this all a game to you?" He said he loved me and he would never play with my feelings like that. I said then why aren't we together. He said " I love you, i really do. But I can't see us together." I said okay. I was already in years but now I was full on letting them out. I was balling my eyes out silently crying. He didn't bother me after that. Whatever we had was officially over. My cousin was on the other couch opposite of the one I was on. She was on the phone with one of her friends. She saw me and instinctively hung up the phone and asked what was wrong. I told her everything that happened. And she helped me through it. Within a month I was over him. Yet still he has a place in my heart to this day.
