So band camp ended. And then I had to wait until school started to see Alex again. Honestly, the waiting for Thursday to finally come was awful. I mean, I was happy that I had almost a full week of summer left to enjoy, but the waiting was painful, almost. Just awful. I had his number though. I was lovesick, really badly lovesick. I kept reading throught those same texts over and over and over again.
Me: hey, little bro
Alex: hey big sister! I have your number now:)
And the conversation went on and on... I kept flipping through the texts I sent Thursday night untill I came to my favorite part.
Me: I can't believe I met you at band camp. It feels live I've known you forever...
Alex: I know, right! Seriously, brother to sister, I love you.
Alex: sorry if that came out weird.
Me: nope, not at all. I g2g. See you tomorrow :)
Alex: night
If only I could erase all the text except for those three words. Alex had no idea how much those three little words meant.
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School started. Finally. And I was happy to find that we had Spanish, pe (oh great. Now I can humiliate myself with my 'amazing' athletic skills in front of him), and, of course, band together.I had a feeling this year would either turn out great, or majorly suck.
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For The Love of Marching Band
RomanceMusic has an odd way of bringing people together. Everything happens for a reason, and we were brought together for the love of marching band. Here's my story of how I found true love.
