When we started dating I had no idea what love was, nor did I have any intention of entering into a relationship that would change my life and help shape me into the person I am today. All I knew was that the kid I met at that party was better looking and taller than the boys I kissed before him and I wanted him to be my boyfriend.
We had been hooking up for a couple of weeks when he and I went to a pool party at one of his friends. A few of my friends (we went to different high schools so we had entirely different crowds) were at this particular party that night. One friend I had dated briefly just so happen to stop by. We were all in the hot tub, when I noticed it. The boy and I were flirting and it was making him jealous. Not before long he disappeared for a few minutes. When he got back, he stole me away from the hot tub and we went into the pool together. When we were alone, he told me he didn’t like what he saw, that he thought he should be the only guy for me and then he finally asked me to be his girlfriend.
The biggest crush I had ever had on anyone was actually going to amount to something more. I was elated.
I said yes, and we started kissing. Fireworks were going off. Literally. It was July 3rd, 2007. It was perfect. It was going to be bigger than either one of us could have ever imagined.