How I met my love

    Okay, this is the true story of how I met my girl. It may not be cool,sweet,or even interesting but it is my our story or part of it. It was the last class of the day during the first week or two of school. It was time for me to tell the class about me. I was not nervous besides about the Spanish speaking part. I talk a lot more about myself than I wished to. Bit it went pretty well. I talked the day before a lot so a lot of my classmates were expecting that.

Then the class was done. I spoke in class a lot then next few days. Then I go an email out of the blue. I was fairly surprised. To be honest I was saying to myself this is not for me. There must've been a mistake. But it was for me. It was short but very full of information. read it twice to make sure it was for me. She just told me about herself. Once one I read the last word. I wanted to know Everything about her.she told me to tell her about myself first but I went ahead and asked about her. So she told me. I just asked and asked about her one thing after the next. We spoke for hours and I missed my classes.

 Then she asked me about myself. I was more than willing to tell her everything. So I told her about my family and myself. So we talked then she had to go. I was very sad and really did not want her to go. We did not talk for a while. Because I had doctors and work the next two weeks. I thought by the time we talked again she would have forgotten all about me. I did not think there was anything special about me. But the must of been something she saw that I could not. But at last, she did not she sent me an email say she had not heard from me in a while. She said she was considered to me. I was taken back by how much she really cared about me.

 I told her why. Then we talked and talked. I enjoyed every minute but she still had to go. But the next day we talked I knew from the first time we spoke. I felt something very strange and strong something I could no idea at first. It grew stronger the more we talked. Then she opened up to me. I could tell she was scared to do so. I had no idea what I was doing but I seemed to be talking to her with great care. I must have said the right thing side because she opened up more.but she left every day at the same time which made me sad.

I felt like I could tell her anything so I did. Things no other living person but I knew. She told me of her past and how she felt about everything. I enjoyed our talks so dearly I never deleted them till months after. We told each other about each other. I wished to learn as much as I could about her. We grew very close. I was there when she needed me. Even if you wanted me to leave. Because she did not wish for me to go. So I help her. She asked if I could help her more. I gladly said yes because in that moment I knew what I felt. It was love. I felt love towards her.

 I was afraid you felt different. So I hide my feelings be hidden a mask of the nice guy that's a dear friend. We talked more deeply about things. We spoke about boys who liked her. That made me burn inside. But I wanted to stay close because even if she was not mine. She was mine to protect and I knew I felt something too strong to ignore. I know what my other motives were. they were if she was to be hurt I could come in and be her hero.I know most men think this for the same or different reasons. I just wanted to be her hero. 

I was but each time I was given the chance to be the hero that take the girl home. I did not I felt I can't risk hurting her. So I just talked her through it all. Ever sad day. Every dark time. Every time she wished to take her own life. But when she asked why. I told her because I cared. She asked why. I would lie and say because she was my friends. I felt much more than friendship towards her. But wished not risking losing her. So I looked at her pictures with lust that could not be spoken. I wrote thing to tell her how I felt but always erased them. My love could not be spoken. I was willing to wait forever. 

Ever sad thing she told me cut deep and I wished to tell her I loved her. But all I could say was she was loved. She asked who loves her? I said her mom and dad. I said me but I knew putting it in with her parents would make it as if like a friend. Then she told me she liked a boy very much but did not say who. She said she did not know how he felt. I wanted to say no you are doing wonderful single and it is healthy for her but I said why don't you tell him how she felt. She said she would. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Because she said she really liked him a lot.

 She never said that before. Then one day she told me he has not picked up on any of the clues. So I said then just tell him. So she said you liked me a lot. I was confused so we talked but I was still confused when she left. Then it hit me the next day sort of. I say sort of because I asked her out that day and put down my feeling. She was so happy as was I. Then we talk I said I was sorry I did not pick up on any of the clues. She said it was fine. we have been through a lot together but we are strong. So I think we will be okay if we do not give up on each other.