You know that feeling when nothing is wrong? When everything just goes right, but you feel too lucky, like it could all come crashing down on you? Well thats how I felt when I met him. His name is Jamie. he drives a little too fast and plays the guitar a little too loud. A real cross between a modern bad boy and a britsh hottie. his grades weren’t perfect like mine were, but he tried. I wore pink; his staple was black. He was the guy-version of the complete oppisit of me. But I didn’t care.

I feel for him, and fell hard. He told me he loved me, and I belived him with every cell in my body, and it was the same for me, I was in lovewith him. Somewhere between the blinding perfection of young love, there was something wrong. My parents didn’t approve of him of course, convienced he was only after one thing, though that wasn’t true. My favorite place in the world was soon in his arms in the bed of his truck, where we had only ever made out; he didn’t push me into something I would regret.

He understood me, my thoughts, my need for freedom, how much I loved him. I understood his feelings, his songs, and how much he really wanted me. The first time he told me he loved me, I wanted to give in and give myself to him, but I couldn’t. he said it was okay, that he didn’t want to, not yet. He held and kissed me, and whispered ‘I love you’. I’ll never forget how seet it felt to say it back. (more…)