Dylan (Warning: Very Sappy Entry)
When I was younger, I would watch Musicals and Disney Movies and think that the glorious loves that categorize these movies were all make believe. At the very most I thought that it was something like a one in a billion chance or something, something that would never happen to me. There really wasn’t any Prince Chirmings or Aladdins, just as sure as there wasn’t any Magic or Santa Clause. Well, I have come to the conclusion that MAGIC does really exist and I am a proud believer in Santa today, moreover, I have been proven wrong on the existence of love.
Around 10 months ago I was writing in a Journal, very much like this one, when I received a comment from someone else who lived in Abington. Amazed by the fact that she found me, I decided to look to see who else from Abington had a Greatestjournal to see if I could find anyone that I knew. I did. Dylan’s journal was listed under the name of Puck, but I decided to click on it anyways because the name intrigued me (and I had no life). His journal was friends only so I sent him a message to see if it really was the kid that I thought it was--going kinda like, “ Hey my name’s Yvonne, Would you happen to be the kid that was in my gym class last year?” Turns out it was, obviously, which made me very happy because I had the biggest crush on him the year before.
We started to talk online all the time and became really good friends, and let’s just say that I became infatuated with him all over again. He had a sense of humor, we liked the same types of music, the same books, we both used Tarot cards…Eventually I ended up telling him how I felt, but nothing really came out of it at first. It did, however open a string of emails which eventually led to the question, “Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?” To tell the truth, I was actually contemplating saying no because I knew for a fact that he had a big crush on another girl, but she didn’t want to go out with him. Then I decided to pull a tarot card, just for kicks, to see if that provided any insight. I pulled the Lovers card.
I said yes, and the greatest thing is, apparently he had drawn the lovers card too.
That was almost 9 months ago, ¾ of a year, and it has been the most glorious 9 months in my life. I have the pleasure of having someone wait for me by the door everyday at school in the morning, someone that I can always call no matter what, someone who actually understands the way I feel, someone that I can be myself around. Every time that I see him, the corners of my lips curve upward, no matter what kind of mood that I am in- I just can’t help it. And every time he hugs me and holds me tight, I just breath in and for that moment everything in the entire world is perfect… Here is to be the boy that dedicates poems to me at open mic poetry nights and tells me that I look beautiful in my sweats, I Love you baby and I don’t know what I would do without you. You made me believe in magic again, and more significantly, love.
Around 10 months ago I was writing in a Journal, very much like this one, when I received a comment from someone else who lived in Abington. Amazed by the fact that she found me, I decided to look to see who else from Abington had a Greatestjournal to see if I could find anyone that I knew. I did. Dylan’s journal was listed under the name of Puck, but I decided to click on it anyways because the name intrigued me (and I had no life). His journal was friends only so I sent him a message to see if it really was the kid that I thought it was--going kinda like, “ Hey my name’s Yvonne, Would you happen to be the kid that was in my gym class last year?” Turns out it was, obviously, which made me very happy because I had the biggest crush on him the year before.
We started to talk online all the time and became really good friends, and let’s just say that I became infatuated with him all over again. He had a sense of humor, we liked the same types of music, the same books, we both used Tarot cards…Eventually I ended up telling him how I felt, but nothing really came out of it at first. It did, however open a string of emails which eventually led to the question, “Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?” To tell the truth, I was actually contemplating saying no because I knew for a fact that he had a big crush on another girl, but she didn’t want to go out with him. Then I decided to pull a tarot card, just for kicks, to see if that provided any insight. I pulled the Lovers card.
I said yes, and the greatest thing is, apparently he had drawn the lovers card too.
That was almost 9 months ago, ¾ of a year, and it has been the most glorious 9 months in my life. I have the pleasure of having someone wait for me by the door everyday at school in the morning, someone that I can always call no matter what, someone who actually understands the way I feel, someone that I can be myself around. Every time that I see him, the corners of my lips curve upward, no matter what kind of mood that I am in- I just can’t help it. And every time he hugs me and holds me tight, I just breath in and for that moment everything in the entire world is perfect… Here is to be the boy that dedicates poems to me at open mic poetry nights and tells me that I look beautiful in my sweats, I Love you baby and I don’t know what I would do without you. You made me believe in magic again, and more significantly, love.