So I know probably nobody gets on here anymore but oh well. I'll direct the subject of my intentions to this article because it's a message.
First, though, I would like to say a thanks to my 7 readers (possibly more, but who knows) for sticking through one of the most dreadful bouts of writer's block I have ever had to conquer. Then I was going to take a break for summer anyway. And here I am, school mere days away. And I'm actually pretty excited.
So I have this really good friend. He is a guy, but not my boyfriend. I met him when my best friend dated him for a while then broke up with him. This boy has always been someone on my "boyfriend potential" radar but it wasn't until later when it finally clicked. I think I liked him before he liked me, but he soon caught on.
I didn't go out with him for a number of reasons. For one, even though my friend said it would be okay, but altogether too weird, he was my best friend's ex. 2, I am entering my junior year and he is a freshman and while although it's been said and done before and he acts around 28, it would be difficult to say the least. My last reason is an odd one because my boy is painfully shy which is absolutely adorable, but at times can make me feel like a deer in the headlights.
So here we are, I like him, He likes me, we move on.
Since I live in a capitol city, our state has an annual state fair in our town, in which most of the citizens of at least my town go to. While I was in line for an all-access ride pass, crammed in next to mothers and fussing children in the hot sun, I looked up and saw these electric blue eyes. And it was like this jolt went through my whole body. Like electricity. I'm pretty sure if it made a noise, it would say zing. Right there in the middle of all those people, and I know this probably sound idiotic (it probably is), But I had one of those experiences when you see someone and its like you're the only two people there. Mind you, there were probably dozens of people there, but as soon as I saw those shocking electric blue eyes, I knew it was him.
We exchanged shy smiles, and I blushed madly, giving a little wave then turning away, trying to act as casual as I could while on the inside I was slowly collapsing because that really just happened. I knew he was probably still watching me, and I was stealing small glimpses in his direction also, so I tried to act like I wasn't a blithering, wonderstruck idiot. Much to my dismay, however, I didn't see him again that night.
I think the magic came into play because of the sincere surprise of the whole incident. It's not even that big of a deal. I see my friend, I smile, say hi, move on with my life right? No. This is one of those things that kept me looking for him all night, in ride lines and food lines, playing games, doing fair-y things, whatever.
I came home and immediately facebooked him because I'm a stalker and we both had a little freak out about it. It went like this
Him-HI!!! (See, though he is shy in person, over the internet he is way more random and crazy and amazing than he lets on)
Me- (HIS NAME IN ALL CAPS HERE!!!!!)
Him- You made me smile tonight yknow...
Me- Yeah, you made me smile. And blush. That's a given.
And we both talked about how we were all gushy and happy and smiley and sappy stuff like that. It was incredible.
I like this boy probably for all his differences, and also because he something I strive to be so bad. I suppose I consider myself an introverted person, and while I was shy in my childhood years, I slowly grew more comfortable in my skin. However, I will be the first to admit I can be tremendously overbearing at times.
My boy (and I say my boy because usually I would replace "boy" with his name) might be perfect for me though, because, and I just recently realized this because I just recently figured it out, he is everything I want in a boy.
He is reserved, as I've gone over, yet I can talk to him with ease and he can with me (I hope). He is deep and poetic and artistic, but he is also hilarious but not inappropriate. He is also incredibly understanding. A big problem I have with boyfriends is that when I get in a "mood" where I have to rant about something depressing, they never know what I'm talk about but when I go talk to him its like he knows exactly where I'm coming from. He's absolutely (and I use this word in the most masculine form there is) beautiful inside and out (yes I used the forbidden word, I suppose this breaks the promise not to ever use it)
I don't know whats going to happen. Only that something so significant needs to go somewhere at some point. The only thing to figure out is where and when.
All My Love,
Girl In Blue
Less than Three
