I remember the very reason I started to talk to you. It was to get this guy mad and angry with me in high school. We were in grade 10 and you just transfered to our school 2 months back. I remember the way you were awkward about me starting a conversation with you just out of the blue. I remember nether of us knew just how much that first conversation will truly impact both of our futures.
I remember a month after we started to talk me and my girlfriend at that time broke up and I turned to you to talk to about it. Admittedly I had a crush on you for a little while.
You were just a mystery to me. You showed alot of emotion yet kept something locked away that I wanted to explore. I didn't take any steps to
you till grade 11 because breaking up with her hit hard.
I remember a month after the start of grade 11 I asked you out on a walk that following Saturday at 7pm. We met at the bus terminal downtown and walk to the train bridge. It was your first time walking it. I pointed to you all the little slight seeing parts about it.
You look amazed. I remember we jumped the railings and walked on the tracks. The only way you'd do it was if I held you hand. I remember exactly how your hand fit into mine. It was a feeling that I never felt before in my life. A feeling of peace yet a overwhelming urge to protect you. I remember after we made it to the other side you didn't let go. We held hands for the rest of the night till we got back to the bus terminal at midnight.
You were late because we lost track of time and where we were. I remember how after that day we grew closer and closer to the point if we weren't in class we would text and at least once a week we did something.....continue
Its hard for me to end this now so i will ended another time