My love story…
Sitting here thinking, “Damn! I think I lost her” over and over again. She was the only girl to make me this happy in a long time. I’m starting to think I should have never opened up. It all started about two years back, but shit, I’m not about to type up two years of our history. That would make this a book. I’ll start from where things started to take off.
It was mid-December and my school had just went on winter brake. A friend of mine had asked me to go to a basketball game with her in some other friends. Being a college student, the first thing I asked was, “Is it free?” She said yes and that’s all I needed to give her the okay. I always say, “If its free, it's me!” I was picked up at my place and then we went to pick up some other people. At some point we got back to my friend’s house. I asked why we were there, because we were running late. My friend told me that we were waiting for the other driver so we could pick up more people. A black car came from nowhere and followed us. The black car was the girl I’m talking about.
When we put up to the house of the last person we had to get, my friend asked me whom I wanted to ride to the game with. I say the other girls car. Not because I liked her but because I was scared for my life with my friend driving. Don’t get me wrong I love my friend, but if she drives me anywhere I’ll be writing my will in the backseat. We got to the basketball game and I didn’t talk to the girl at all, it was the ride back where things sparked. On the way back to my friend’s house we were the only two in the car. Her radio didn’t work, so I sparked up a conversation. I asked her some questions and we bonded really quickly.
The next night I went over her house, and it was an interesting experience. She gave me the address and I put it into my GPS. When I got there I called her. I told her I was outside, but she didn’t see me. I told her to tell me what she sees and as soon as she started talking I knew I was not in the right place. In fact, I was in the wrong city. Google can’t know everything. When I finally did make it to her house I told her the story of how I went the wrong way. We played Uno and watched T.V. Then it got late and I asked her to stay the night. It took her a while but she agreed. You would never guess what happened that night… nothing I slept in the front room and she slept in her bed. I’m not one of them guys who creep in the room and try to sleep with you. We had an agreement and I’m a man of my word.
Fast-forward after we agreed that we like each other, went on dates, and many other things her birthday had came. It was on a Monday. I got her the red carpet, and place candy on it that made a trail to her room. I love you was spelled on the bed in chocolates. There was even a huge card with pictures of us on it. There was a lot of arts and crafts around the room for her. I had her friends keep her out the house so I could set up and when she got back it made all my work worth it. I only did this one other time in life and I said I would never do it again because the last girl broke my heart. Ironic isn’t it?
Fast-forward again to the point where I had the key to her house and had moved some of my stuff in there. One day she had left for work around 7 a.m., I stayed there until about 12pm when I had to leave for a meeting. I felt like we had been spending to much time with each other and didn’t have any time to miss each other. I was over there every night I knew she had to be sick of me by now, so I said I was going to stay in my dorm that night. Later on in the day I get a text from her that reads, “I want to talk to you.” I already knew it was something bad. We agreed to met at her place that night. When I got there she asked me to sit. At that point I was thinking to myself, “What did I do to fuck up this bad.” She told me that when she came home that day and she was by herself it was peaceful, than she asked for the keys back. My heart dropped. I asked could I keep the keys another day so I would have time to get all my stuff out of her house. She told me she didn’t feel comfortable with me keeping the keys I could get my stuff a different time. I told her I wanted to get all my stuff in case I needed it. I understood why she didn’t want me to have the keys so I just gave them back to her and packed all my stuff up. I left trying to hold myself together because I have not loved a girl in the way I loved her in years.
It’s been about a week since then, and everything is still not over. I really don’t want to end things because I love this girl but we have not really talked since that night and I know it’s my fault. I have been so hurt that I didn’t really want to talk to her. I didn’t know what to say. I wrote this March 9, 2017. We talk in two days face to face. I don’t know how this is about to go, but I know I don’t want her to go. Keep the notes I wrote for you they might make you happy when you’re feeling down. Alea, even if we stop talking, I still love you.
