Mountains and Valleys
In the year of 2006, I was a 9th grader starting out and was in the marching band. The previous year I had a boyfriend who I considered to be my "first" real boyfriend and time of course passed and I lost the feeling for him and I broke it off with him. He was still one of my best friends in the whole world and I could talk to him about anything. We were very close
Next in the story comes the heartache....just before my freshman year, during band camp, I fell for his best friend...we'll call him "Al". He was beautiful, very fun and sometimes sweet. We were having a "fling" I suppose you could call it and were very happy being around each other. He came over almost every day and we called each other...ect. Unfortunately, I was a young teenager with raging hormones, I was of course interested in sexual things. No, I did not have intercourse with him, but we did like to fool around... a lot. =/ Finally after 2 months of flirting and calling, he asked me out. I was the happiest person in the world because I cared about him sooo much. I told all of my friends and they were happy for me, as was my mother....my father on the other hand just somehow could not trust him. Sadly only after a WEEK, I got the call from Al saying that he cheated on me and was breaking up with me for this other girl. I was crushed and felt very alone. i couldn't believe I had been played.
For about the next month I was trying to pull myself out of the slump and so I started becoming attracted to other guys. Then came a guy we can call "Joe". lol. He was also very flirtatious, BUT he was the sweetest guy I had ever met. He told me how beautiful I was, bought me roses, hugged me, and told me every day how much he cared about me. I, sadly, again fell for another "sweet talking guy". We of course decided to date and things were going very smoothly for almost 3 months. During that time, he had even told me he loved me...which made me feel uneasy, and i didn't say it back TOO often, but I never acted different towards him. This relationship was different that my previous because there was NOTHING sexual about it, and this is what made me feel so secure. UNFORTUNATELY, he also broke up with me after 3 months. I was again hurt and felt left out of many things for a while...until one night before a football game @ our home field, my friends introduced me to a senior in the band. We'll call him "Brandon". Oh, he wasn't at all like the other guys I had dated. He was so sweet and kind and generous...I loved him. I fell in love for the first time in my life. It was the happiest I had ever been. He messaged me one night on MySpace asking for me to call him. Of course I did, and he confessed he had liked me for over a year now and had been praying to God that a girl like me would come along. We dated for over a year and a half, and are still going strong. I love him with all of my heart and I would do anything for him, and he would do the same for me. I'm going into 11th grade now and when I turn 18, he plans on asking me to marry him. We love each other so much. There are no real words to describe the relationship we share. I plan to spend the rest of my life with him. <3