The Beginning

I met this great guy the other day. Well, I guess you could say we were reunited. You see I met him for the first time almost five years ago, and it was love at first sight. He said he's loved me all along, ever since before he knew me, but then again, he's never not known me!

I had heard about him since I was five, when he first entered into my family's life. By the time I was nine, my mother, father, one older sister and brother had all met him. They loved him instantly. They were constantly telling me I need to meet him, I have to get to know him, but I had other plans. I didn't need some guy holding me back, I had plans for my life, plans that didn't include him. I was hesitant in meeting him, nervous, scared even!

Hesitant, because I didn't know if he would like me. Nervous, because I didn't know what he was going to be like, and scared because I was deathly shy. I didn't know how to approach. I couldn't even begin to think of what I would say...

I was fifteen when we first met. I remember the day perfectly, like it was yesterday. People had been talking about him again, it had been a while since I'd heard about him, or at least since I'd taken an interest in him again.

I thought to myself, "He must be back in town..?"

"He never left." , a voice inside my head said.

It was like he'd known me all along. He'd known me forever. We talked endlessly, or at least I did. I poured my heart out to him, thinking he wouldn't really care, but he did. Why was I surprised? He told me he had loved me my whole life.

August 26th, 2006. The day true love entered into my life.