The epic saga of high school boy.
So I've had at least two people ask me for details, and this post has been a long time coming anyway, so here we go:
Let's go back. Way back. Back before Facebook. Before MySpace. Even before LiveJournal. We are going back to... 1998.
Because 1998 is where 12-year-old Erika met 12-year-old Tommy, and their story started.
Tommy was dating a close friend of mine at the time, and we met through her. Obviously, this relationship (as well as my friendship with this same girl) fell apart (okay, both were blown to smithereens. He doesn't like talking about it. I'm.. at peace), but we managed to run in the same circles.
Then came high school.
We joined the same club, so we were around each other all the time for all four years. And, as I later learned, that was prime time for our feelings to blossom, but we never decided to act on it. (He dated someone else senior year.) After graduation, we drifted apart because he kinda... dropped off the face of the planet, so to speak.
In the meantime, he breaks up with the girl from senior year, and then one other serious girlfriend; I have the Richard saga.
Fast forward to last year. I find him on Facebook. I send him a friend request. He accepts. He then messages me inviting me out to lunch. I happily accept because I am thinking, "Here we go!"
Well, we did go. But slowly. Like, a year's worth of false starts slowly.
But! But! Last night. So we had made plans to go to dinner and then stargaze (*insert dreamy sigh here now*), and while I had been wishing it was a date from the get go, I knew that, just like all the others, that this was going to be anything but. Boy, was I ever wrong.
Okay, so I had to do stuff with my sister beforehand, and he had picked me up there. My mother insisted (since we were going up to the mountains) that I go home and get a thicker coat, so to my place we trek. While I'm getting my stuff, we start talking, and the talk turns to like, him going, "So yeah, I've been thinking, and you know, with tonight being a pretty romantic evening, with the stargazing and stuff because couples do that and..." and he just wouldn't spit it out so I finally stop what I'm doing, look at him and go, "So what are you saying? That I'm your girlfriend now?" And he pauses and goes, "Yes. Yes I am." Cue me literally short circuiting, going, "Whoa. Whoa. Wow. Whoa whoa whoaaaaaaaaaaa wowwwwwwwww."
And that leads us to now. We saw each other again today, and he left to go home about an hour and a half ago. I already miss him. I might not see him until Sunday. That fact is driving me insane.
Oh yes, I am in love. And it feels so good.
P.S. - Holy shit. I have mentioned Tommy in my journal before. Check this out from May 1, 2009:
"So I've been thinking about a boy again (well, besides Nick and Keita and AJ and...). And it's not Richard, but it is one from my past! \o/ No, there was one before Richard (or kinda around the same time... something like that), who I also pretty much grew up with. His name is Tommy. We never had anything romantic going on, and I don't even know if I even have a crush on him (or did, IDK. IDK). But lately I've been dreaming of him. Like, finding him on Facebook, getting back in touch (I haven't talked to him since graduation), and having one thing lead to another and yeah."
Which is exactly what happened.
Let's go back. Way back. Back before Facebook. Before MySpace. Even before LiveJournal. We are going back to... 1998.
Because 1998 is where 12-year-old Erika met 12-year-old Tommy, and their story started.
Tommy was dating a close friend of mine at the time, and we met through her. Obviously, this relationship (as well as my friendship with this same girl) fell apart (okay, both were blown to smithereens. He doesn't like talking about it. I'm.. at peace), but we managed to run in the same circles.
Then came high school.
We joined the same club, so we were around each other all the time for all four years. And, as I later learned, that was prime time for our feelings to blossom, but we never decided to act on it. (He dated someone else senior year.) After graduation, we drifted apart because he kinda... dropped off the face of the planet, so to speak.
In the meantime, he breaks up with the girl from senior year, and then one other serious girlfriend; I have the Richard saga.
Fast forward to last year. I find him on Facebook. I send him a friend request. He accepts. He then messages me inviting me out to lunch. I happily accept because I am thinking, "Here we go!"
Well, we did go. But slowly. Like, a year's worth of false starts slowly.
But! But! Last night. So we had made plans to go to dinner and then stargaze (*insert dreamy sigh here now*), and while I had been wishing it was a date from the get go, I knew that, just like all the others, that this was going to be anything but. Boy, was I ever wrong.
Okay, so I had to do stuff with my sister beforehand, and he had picked me up there. My mother insisted (since we were going up to the mountains) that I go home and get a thicker coat, so to my place we trek. While I'm getting my stuff, we start talking, and the talk turns to like, him going, "So yeah, I've been thinking, and you know, with tonight being a pretty romantic evening, with the stargazing and stuff because couples do that and..." and he just wouldn't spit it out so I finally stop what I'm doing, look at him and go, "So what are you saying? That I'm your girlfriend now?" And he pauses and goes, "Yes. Yes I am." Cue me literally short circuiting, going, "Whoa. Whoa. Wow. Whoa whoa whoaaaaaaaaaaa wowwwwwwwww."
And that leads us to now. We saw each other again today, and he left to go home about an hour and a half ago. I already miss him. I might not see him until Sunday. That fact is driving me insane.
Oh yes, I am in love. And it feels so good.
P.S. - Holy shit. I have mentioned Tommy in my journal before. Check this out from May 1, 2009:
"So I've been thinking about a boy again (well, besides Nick and Keita and AJ and...). And it's not Richard, but it is one from my past! \o/ No, there was one before Richard (or kinda around the same time... something like that), who I also pretty much grew up with. His name is Tommy. We never had anything romantic going on, and I don't even know if I even have a crush on him (or did, IDK. IDK). But lately I've been dreaming of him. Like, finding him on Facebook, getting back in touch (I haven't talked to him since graduation), and having one thing lead to another and yeah."
Which is exactly what happened.