I still remember that Monday in middle school that changed my life.
He was so mad. I could see it in his eyes when he walked into the lunch room. He, of course, walked up right up to me.
"Are you going out with him?" he asked. He pointed his finger at a group of guys swarming around their lunch table.
"Uh... no," I said quickly. The truth was that the only guy I was interested in was slowly leaning on the table toward me.
"Good." he said slowly, like he was taking his time. Then he started to walk away.
"Wait." Something had just dawned on me. "Do you like me?" He stopped and looked at me with an unreadable look on his face. He was about to answer, but my best friend chose that time to smack me on the back of the head. What I heard next caused my attention to come back from glaring at my bestie.
"Yea. Yea, I do. I have since I saw you in my dreams almost every night." I looked around and saw his eyes travel around the room, but I felt as if he was still looking at me.
"I like you, too. You still manage to make me laugh when I feel awful." I was almost laughing because my bestie was standing there with her mouth handing open. I wasn't taking a change of him misunderstanding me. I stood on my toes, just enough so my mouth was level with his. I didn't kiss him. There was plenty of time for that later. Instead I hugged him. That was the start of a relationship that would last until my death. I love him.
