alyas

{7.17.2017}

You had my heart months ago, with your precious smile and the brightest blue eyes. For months, I had my sights set on you, and you alone. No one even came close. You always had the vibe that you were the type to stick with your guys, and I liked it about you. But...it felt as if you were the only thing that I wanted that was just out of reach. Impossibly out of reach. I couldn't catch your eye the way I wanted to.

About a week after school ended freshman year, I was with my best friend, and we were invited to hang out at someone's house. But not just anyone's house...my ex's house, who had told me to kill myself a week prior. My best friend, being the outgoing type, convinced me to go because he had other friends over who I got along with. One was you. I have to say, you probably saved everyone's sanity that night just by convincing him to be nice to me.

In the end, everything was okay. When I was talking to you later that night, you made some decision to tell me that you liked me. I had this moment of almost disbelief, just because I had established that I had this hopeless crush for six months. And I specifically remember asking a simple, "Wait, what?" and you just repeated the words "I like you."

Ten days later, we were dating, and it still doesn't entirely feel real. But honestly...I'm just happy you gave me the chance, because even though we may not always get along, please know that I'm never going to just give up.