Twelve years is a long time, but not nearly long enough. Thank you, God, for giving me my best friend when you did. So thank you, God, for the countless memories I have because we grew up together. Graduations, first jobs, kids, all things I got to do with you. I remember moving to college together, and seeking your comfort when I was missing home. I remember holding you as you grieved the loss of your grandma.
I remember you being there, just as excited as I was, when my brother was born. Because we grew up together, I have many memories, experiences, and life changes with you that I wouldn’t have otherwise. He came to see me over the weekend and straight away there was chemistry and laterwe ended up in bed. We have been bbm messaging and it kind of got intense, so it was clear there was some sort of spark there still. I can feel the butterflies I remember feeling when I looked at you and felt your cold hand wrap around mine for the first time. I recently got back in touch with my childhood sweetheart after a gap of 30 years.
And I love that sitting here, 12 years from that cold October night, I can close my eyes and see you then: long hair, blue sweatshirt, baseball hat. Either way, I don’t care, because I love our story. Or maybe we just got extremely lucky that we were meant to be. So who knows, maybe true love can exist between a 13-year-old girl and boy. And even through the everyday mundane tasks, parental exhaustion, financial pressures, and a slight coffee addiction on my part, we still choose each other every day. Although we’ve changed, we’re fortunate enough to still agree that we are better together-far better-than we’d ever be apart. Time has obviously changed us we’re not the same kids we were all those years ago. But I thank God we did, and I know deep down that we wouldn’t have without His hand in it all. Times when I didn’t think I wanted us to make it. There were times when I didn’t think we’d make it. And when you asked me to be your girlfriend, how would I ever have known that I would never say yes to anybody else ever again?Īs we grew, there were plenty of bumps along the way, growing pains as we struggled to grow together, and not apart. I didn’t know then that my little eighth-grade heart was crushing on the last boy it ever would. We sat together talking, awkwardly flirting, sharing cocoa, everything but watching the football game in front of us.
I didn’t know then, nor could I have, that I was sitting there with the boy who would become the man who would change my world.įast forward two years to a cold October evening. We sat in desks lined in rows, our tiny bodies facing the front of a sixth-grade classroom. The relationship may involve romantic love or may be an extension of a close friendship. I remember the day I met you, 14 years ago. I have a child from my childhood sweetheart.
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