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Today is March 29, 2010. (3:27am)
(Note to all those running across this page - it's been too long since I've written anything, go easy.)
I am sitting here awake wondering if I'm actually asleep dreaming this whole thing. In three days I will have been a part of something bigger than myself for nine months. NINE months. Count 'em. It's exciting.
He has been in my life since this journal first began, although back then I hadn't realized his significance in my life, and how greatly he would affect me. For the sake of this journal, we will keep him anonymous, although any friends of mine reading this will know who he is. I shall call him Boom. (An affectionate nickname from friends).
Boom went to high school with me. I knew who he was, and vice verse. We exchanged pleasantries at the "flagpole" (designated smoking section as stated by law). We had many of the same friends, although in high school I was never the kid to go out and party in bushes until all hours of the morning. They were.
Him being a year older than myself, and having dropped out before completing his diploma, we went our separate ways. Neither of us really looking back.
I'd heard mention of him over the years, but never ran into him, until.... (note: when the time is right, I'll explain more about the events leading up to...) searching for an apartment in the neighborhood he grew up in, and the one in which he still resides! We exchanged numbers, and promised we'd call each other (as all other old friends do). I was seeing someone at the time, so I had no intention of going past a quick coffee catch up.
Weeks pass, and no word from Mr. Boom. On day while scrolling around on Facebook, minding my own business: "1 New Inbox Message".
"Hey, It's Boom! Lost your number... call me xxx-xxx-xxxx."
So seeing as the relationship I had been in was quickly failing, and my whole world felt like it was crashing in around me, i figured - What the hell! Some good old friendly faces might be just what I need right about now.
When I called him he quickly informed me he was a bassist in band, and that the drummer was another friend I hadn't seen since my high school days, so we decided I could come enjoy some whiskey from the bottle and sit in on one of their jam sessions. (Loud Metal Punk Music + Whiskey = Happy Mal)
From that day on we were inseparable. We hung out from the time we woke up, until he went to work. Then I would come back over when he was done his shift, and sometimes stay until the crack of dawn, and walk the walk of shame home to my mother's.
On July 1st, 2009 - Boom and I became a couple. Now at first I was just curious to see where it went, but here's what happens next:
Week 2 - His aunt comes to help me move my things out of my mom's in an emergency scenario at 10:00pm on a Thursday.
Week 3 - Because of the emergency move out, I have no sleeping apparatus - Booms straps a mattress to his back and walks it fifteen minutes down a busy road, so I will have one.
Month 2 - My Birthday comes. Breakfast in bed. Necklace. Pictures. Card. Dinner. Bar Party. And... well you know ;)
Month 5 - I am in the hospital over night on New Year's Eve (and I wasn't allowed visitors...) After picking me up on New Year's Day - he has a present in hand. (Where he got one from the time he brought me in to then - no idea!)
Month 6 - Boom is sent to the hospital, and I am devastated inside (although I smile and joke and laugh and don't leave)
Month 7 - I throw him a huge surprise party, inviting loads of his friends - including those I don't know - and he finds out about it, but still goes along with it because he loves me.
Add into all these dates the random gifts he has come home with, the fact that without him my broke ass couldn't afford food, and that even through my MANY emotional overspills he still loves me...
I can't let this one go.
(Note to all those running across this page - it's been too long since I've written anything, go easy.)
I am sitting here awake wondering if I'm actually asleep dreaming this whole thing. In three days I will have been a part of something bigger than myself for nine months. NINE months. Count 'em. It's exciting.
He has been in my life since this journal first began, although back then I hadn't realized his significance in my life, and how greatly he would affect me. For the sake of this journal, we will keep him anonymous, although any friends of mine reading this will know who he is. I shall call him Boom. (An affectionate nickname from friends).
Boom went to high school with me. I knew who he was, and vice verse. We exchanged pleasantries at the "flagpole" (designated smoking section as stated by law). We had many of the same friends, although in high school I was never the kid to go out and party in bushes until all hours of the morning. They were.
Him being a year older than myself, and having dropped out before completing his diploma, we went our separate ways. Neither of us really looking back.
I'd heard mention of him over the years, but never ran into him, until.... (note: when the time is right, I'll explain more about the events leading up to...) searching for an apartment in the neighborhood he grew up in, and the one in which he still resides! We exchanged numbers, and promised we'd call each other (as all other old friends do). I was seeing someone at the time, so I had no intention of going past a quick coffee catch up.
Weeks pass, and no word from Mr. Boom. On day while scrolling around on Facebook, minding my own business: "1 New Inbox Message".
"Hey, It's Boom! Lost your number... call me xxx-xxx-xxxx."
So seeing as the relationship I had been in was quickly failing, and my whole world felt like it was crashing in around me, i figured - What the hell! Some good old friendly faces might be just what I need right about now.
When I called him he quickly informed me he was a bassist in band, and that the drummer was another friend I hadn't seen since my high school days, so we decided I could come enjoy some whiskey from the bottle and sit in on one of their jam sessions. (Loud Metal Punk Music + Whiskey = Happy Mal)
From that day on we were inseparable. We hung out from the time we woke up, until he went to work. Then I would come back over when he was done his shift, and sometimes stay until the crack of dawn, and walk the walk of shame home to my mother's.
On July 1st, 2009 - Boom and I became a couple. Now at first I was just curious to see where it went, but here's what happens next:
Week 2 - His aunt comes to help me move my things out of my mom's in an emergency scenario at 10:00pm on a Thursday.
Week 3 - Because of the emergency move out, I have no sleeping apparatus - Booms straps a mattress to his back and walks it fifteen minutes down a busy road, so I will have one.
Month 2 - My Birthday comes. Breakfast in bed. Necklace. Pictures. Card. Dinner. Bar Party. And... well you know ;)
Month 5 - I am in the hospital over night on New Year's Eve (and I wasn't allowed visitors...) After picking me up on New Year's Day - he has a present in hand. (Where he got one from the time he brought me in to then - no idea!)
Month 6 - Boom is sent to the hospital, and I am devastated inside (although I smile and joke and laugh and don't leave)
Month 7 - I throw him a huge surprise party, inviting loads of his friends - including those I don't know - and he finds out about it, but still goes along with it because he loves me.
Add into all these dates the random gifts he has come home with, the fact that without him my broke ass couldn't afford food, and that even through my MANY emotional overspills he still loves me...
I can't let this one go.