It Was Love.
It has been a long time since high school, or at least that's what it feels like. In reality it has only been three months since I walked across that stage and took my diploma. Now, I am attending college in New Hampshire, and taking another four years of schooling to get my Science major.
I couldn't imagine living in residency though with all of those people around you every second of every day. I decided to take the safer route and rented an apartment just 2 blocks away from NHC (New Hampshire College). The rent is not cheap though; $1000 a month is pretty pricey. Luckily I can split the rent with my roommate so I don't have to worry so much.
I love that guy. He is so funny, witty, charming, and all mine. David Ellice, that's his name, a name I will never forget for as long as I live. I remember the first day we met back in freshman year, he was so cute in those tight fitting jeans he wore and his short brown hair brushed perfectly off to the side. Most of the people at our school picked fun at him behind his back because he refused to play any of the rough sports; his physical structure wasn't as sturdily built as the other boys at our school.
He did, however, join the school newspaper and that's exactly where I met him. He had just signed up on our board to become part of the news crew when I walked out of the door and ran right into him, almost knocking him flat on his ass with how fast I was heading out of there. I helped him to his feet and immediately began to apologize. I felt so bad and how could I have been so careless? He said he was fine and that I didn't hurt him in the slightest, not that I believed him. He had a certain sparkle in his eye and at the moment I knew how badly I wanted to be with him.
A few days went by before I heard anything from him again or even saw him for that matter. He apparently went off on a road trip with his family on the days I was trying to contact him. I was beginning to think that maybe he was just ignoring me and getting his friends to tell me his excuse. I was at the mall one day shopping for my essentials when I saw him again. I flagged him down and called him over to say that I needed to talk to him. I was shocked when he told me he had something he really needed to ask me, but that he couldn't there in the mall. He told me to give him a call sometime and he would give me his address. My heart soared into my throat and I was full of excitement but I kept myself calm and composed on the outside. I said I would and we parted ways.
Later that night I sat down on my bed all alone in my room and my breathing became rapid and very hasty as I picked up my cell phone off of my desk. I remember my hand was trembling so badly that I could barely read his number of that piece of paper. That damn monotonous ringing was torture but waiting for him to pick up the phone was worse. When he finally picked up the phone he told me that I should come over to his house right away, so he gave me his address and I zoomed over there as fast as I could.
He took me to his bedroom and told me to keep quiet so his parents wouldn't hear us. At that point I was scared shitless. I was afraid he was going to try to put the moves on me. I sat down on his bed and waited silently for whatever he had in store for me. It wasn't what I had expected though. He got really close to me and I could feel his warm breath on my cheek; it was minty fresh breath and very refreshing to say the least. It felt like he was about to press his lips against mine, yet he didn't. He simply whispered into my ear softly these four powerful words. "Will you be mine?" David whispered. I instantly agreed and hugged him tightly.
He then told me he didn't want to tell his parents yet because he had never dated anyone before and he wanted to make sure it was going to work out. I understood exactly how he felt as it is how I feel about my parents, always afraid to tell them what I'm doing.
Oh yeah, me and him are quite the pair, and we have been crazy in love ever since that fateful day back in freshman year. Now we are college living in an apartment together and we still haven't told our parents. We like to keep things simple and to ourselves. After all, how many people give their approval to two men who love each other unconditionally?