So i knew this girl, Stephanie, for 2 years. We chatted for a while in class, and every day we talked.
Along comes 8th to 9th grade graduation, and we slowly split apart.
High school consumes me, and i lose all track of her.
I take part in my own daily rituals, of getting in trouble, reaking havoc, and other nonsense.
While, she continually crosses path's with her to-be counterpart.
One day, i decide to confront her, and it was to ask her if her friend liked me.
She was almost devastated, yes, but allowed this crime against humanity to occur.
I went out with her friend, fully knowing that something must be "there" between us.
It yet, only brought me closer to Stephanie.
Day after day, rejection after excuse. I slowly detached from the hollow shell of a person "brittany" was...
Night after night, i would talk with brittany, but she bored me...So i would always three way call stephanie.
And along the re-occuring habit of brittany's, yet another failed attempt at a relationship. She would hang up.
Leaving me and stephanie to chat away.
Night after night, we stayed on the phone, talking away, talking, talking. We would chat until 2 a.m. or until the phone eventually died. It was amazing, we were so compatible. It was like we were meant truly for one another.
I then, went ahead and invited myself over to a party of Stephanies, for her 16th birthday party. I stayed the night in the other room, Myself, another friend of mine, and 16 other girls, that i knew not of, nor did i give the slightest bit of my being's attention to. my eye's were on stephanie.
Two days, i stayed with her, and three others, freshman in high school, we were just pissing time away, hanging out, and mesing around. But as the others left, and i came to be the only one left with Stephanie, the defining point was there.
I said, " to hell with her", and cleared all thought of brittany out of my mind. Stephanie, left to go use the bathroom. When she returned, i was standing there, more vulnerable than ever. I called out for her to come clsoer. Gave her a hug, and asked if she would go out with me sometime. Fully aware of the fact that she had been crushing on me since 8th grade, and i was too much of a pussy to ask....We finally were together.
Here, not some 26 months later. We are still dating, and in strong love.
I decided to write this poem today, in memorance of this day.