“Him. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me. Everything was so perfect. He made it perfect. He meant the world to me. I actually felt like I would die for him. I felt it and I wasn’t even scared. Death has never scared me.
I experienced so many feelings. I felt happy. He was the only thing that mattered to me. Whenever I did something I always thought of him. I actually had the courage to see him everyday. I wasn’t embarrassed from sending so many messages to him.
I always wanted to be his friend. I tried but I never succeeded. He didn’t wanna be my friend. I tried so hard to talk to him but he never cared about me.
I always tried to get his attention. I tried to make him notice me. I tried to make his jealous but all my efforts were in vain.
I would always buy football or basketball game tickets because I knew he would be there.
I always tried to be near him. I always cared about him.
I would write him love letters at night and cry because it hurt so much. I tried to go to summer school (2 summers in a row) because I thought that maybe, just maybe, he would go. He never went.
The night before school started for my sophomore year I could not sleep. I believed that he was gonna go to my school. He didn’t.
It broke my heart. I cried. I was sad. I wanted to see him. I missed him.
But I realized he was happy. I think he was just following his dream.
He loves music. He loves the drums.
He decided to go to a school for the arts.
And I felt like I had lost him.
But I didn’t.
One day, I was staying after school for chorus rehearsal and I see a guy just like him walking to the school entrance. He walked the same exact way as he did. He dressed as he did. IT WAS HIM.
He didn’t see me tho.
I believe the following Monday I saw him again. And this time he looked at me. He kept staring, like all the other times in middle school.
It was perfect.
It was him
Last night I wrote this. I was just thinking of him. I think it’s kind of a funny story how I fell in love with him. It was all because of a friend.
I was in the ESOL (English Speakers of Other Language) program (I’m still in it) and ESOL students take the CELLA test every year around march to see how their English is progressing. They take it until they don’t need it anymore.
Well I had to take the test with him, my friend Kevin (which at that time he wasn’t my friend, he was his friend), and some others. Well, during the whole entire test he kept staring at me and I thought something was wrong with him. I thought he was crazy or something. I made so much eye contact with him. I had seen him around school before but I never really cared about him.
So after the test was over they took us to the cafeteria so we could eat lunch. We sat across from each other and we talked for the first time. This was the week before spring break so the day we came back from spring break Kevin walks up to me and asks me “Remember that guy that took the test with us?” and I knew who he was talking about but I still said “Who?” and he said “The one that’s from Puerto Rico that’s 11 or 12” and I said “Yeah what about him?”. He said “Well he’s in love with you.” I shrugged and said I didn’t care. But I obviously cared. A LOT.
By the way, Hispanics exaggerate so whenever we say “he/she is in love with you” it actually just means they like you.
Anyways, that’s how our story began.