My True Love

August,4th,2008.

It was my second day of high school and I was still in the childlike thrill of beginning a whole new chapter in my life. I met "him" that day, in my third block class. We became good friends quickly and he showed his affection blatantly, but sadly, at the time I had interest in another. But even so, he stuck beside me and still showed me his feelings.

Exactly three weeks after I had first met him, he moved.

To where? I didn't know. I hadn't realized he had any intention of moving. But like the days of our lives, people come and go. I went through my school year like any other person. With laughs, betrayals, heartbreak, and each day making me stronger. But I still remember, at the most random of times, my mind would drift back to him. I would wonder where he was, why I hadn't seen him since, and how he was doing.

School ended and I found myself basking in the youth of summer. That was when fate stepped back in. He walked back into my life, leaving a greater impact than I thought possible. I found myself, after only few conversations, beaming whenever his number showed on my phone. And I myself could notice that day by day, I was falling in love with this boy.

July,27th,2009.

It is near the end of summer vacation. Back from vacation, only one thing clouded my mind. Him. Today was the day I would see him since our encounter at school.

It was at the traditional place that most first dates reside. A local movie theater. I was late to the early movie we had decided to see over the phone, and my heart quickened with every inch the car sped past. The parking lot of the movie theater never seemed bigger as the Tahoe turned to drive by the front of the building.

At first, I didn't see him outside the building like he had said he would be, and my heart sank instantly. Was I really that late? Had he left out of frustration or betrayal? Then my heart skipped a beat when a tall figure emerged from the shadows.

He was there.

He was wearing a blue button-up with a white T-Shirt underneath, faded jeans and worn tennis shoes. His dark hair flipped lazily against his face and up close, there was a tiny scar just above his lip. His blue eyes caught me, and I didn't want them to let go.

Inside, we gave the employee our tickets and made our way to assigned theater. Just as we walked past the food stand, a warm hand wrapped around mine, intertwining his fingers with my own. This was the first time I had ever held a boy's hand.
My own heartbeat drowned out my hearing as we reached the door to our movie.

Like a gentleman, he held the door open for me and I walked inside. I waited at the bottom of the staircase, still in awe by his mere presence. With him, I wanted to be nothing but a good person. To everyone. To him. I wanted to be all his. No one else's.

He smiled and waved his finger as he closed the door. "Forgot one thing." Before I knew what he meant, he had wrapped me in a warm embrace and his lips were on mine. I was in pure bliss. In his arms, I felt like we were one person. His hair fell over my blonde locks and my cheeks, brushing softly like a paintbrush.

That was our first kiss. One that I will never soon forget.

After the movie, we stood outside the theater, waiting for my mother to come by and pick me up. He held my hand as we walked over the sidewalk. He bent down and kissed my forehead several times. I kissed his hand and his cheeks and mouth. I haven't felt as light on my feet since.

It was more difficult for me to leave him than I thought it would be. We shared one last kiss and my heart contracted when his hands left mine.

That was the last time I would see him in months.

Things, family, school; numerous things seemed to get in the way for the two of us. The distance was bad enough. But I held onto the memory of our date. The way he held me and whispered music to me. His eyes and how entrancing they were when I looked into them. His memory kept me going, praying that I would see him again soon.
Everyday. Everyday he would call me. He'd whisper the songs, tell me I was beautiful, play his guitar, laugh at me, talk about the future, ask how I was doing, mwah, tell me goodnight, and most of all, made sure to tell me that he loved me.
I have never felt like this about anyone, still to this day.

Months past. We didn't see each other, but talked on the phone everyday. We both remained loyal, although we had ups and downs. We broke up in September, telling ourselves that the distance was too great. But still, we talked everyday on the phone.

Although secretly, my heart ached to be with him. And his did too.

May,17th,2010.

This is his Graduation Day. Finally! Finally, I can see him! My grandmother has promised to take me to his high school. I can finally feel his touch, his kiss. Feel his arms around me again, his sweet whispers.

The weeks before the scheduled day had me in such anticipation. I counted down each day.

Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two.

Yes! It's finally today! I told myself that over and over until the final school bell rang. I sprung from my seat and sprinted out of the door.
At home, I found in a difficult task just to figure out what I should wear. In the end, I picked out a pink cardigan with a white tank top, shorts, and a pair of flats.

It seemed hours before we made it to the football field of his highschool. After my grandmother was settled, I raced out to the field, which was covered with a hundred people in the same royal blue garb. But only one person had those cyan eyes.
His name was one of the last called, and when he walked to the center of the field and received his diploma, our eyes met.

Mine were in tears. His were too.

Without thinking, we took off running towards each other. Everyone stared, I could feel their eyes boring into my back, but I was focused on him. He was there, right in front of me. It's him. It's us!

We collided and I am lifted into the air, spinning through the world above him. He brings me back to Earth and we are both crying. His hands travel across my face, as if he's trying to see if I'm really there or just a dream. I do the same. Then we kiss.

And we have lived happily ever after.

Dakotah Weeks is my hero. My love. My whole life.

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