I know what you’re thinking.
I’m a teenage girl whose going to ramble on about another teenage boy she’s been infatuated with, making accusations like “I know he’s the one for me” or something of that sort.
Well, don’t let the title fool you.
I am talking about a boy, that part is not false, but I’m not exactly infatuated with him, and I’m not exactly in love with him…at least I don’t think so.
His name is Grant. Grant Prentice to be exact. I met him at the beginning of this year, in my Spanish class. It was like magic, meeting someone so new, someone who didn’t know anything about me, and couldn’t judge me based on past things he’d heard. It was a crazy thought at the time, I thought that it was a bad idea getting to know someone when eventually they would find out how I really was, what was really wrong with me.
I’ve never had to worry about that with him. Every day I get to see him smile at me, put his arm around me, treat me like a normal person. And no matter what I tell him that look never changes. He loves ME for me. I don’t think I could ask for a better friend then that, and I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else in this world.
But it scares me sometimes, HE scares me. He couldn’t be more perfect if he tried, and I’ve become so attached to him over these past seven months, and that terrifies me. I never get attached to people, I make it a habit of keeping them at a distance so I don’t have to be disappointed when they leave, and everyone always does. But I can’t do that with him, I can’t keep him at a distance because I want him close to me all the time, I can’t stay away from him or avoid him, he means the world to me.
It hurts though. being scared all the time around him. Afraid that I’m going to say something to personal, or too depressing, and I’m going to drive him away, and then he will leave. I’ve just never had someone stick around for this long, and getting too see him becomes the highlight of my day. I can’t help but think that he could be the one…
The one to save me.