So there's this guy.

And I told myself I wasn't going to fall in love with him or anyone else.

In fact, I told myself I wasn't going to fall in love...period. I'd been hurt enough when Marc stabbed me in the back, I didn't want to go through that again.

But apparently, I'm a glutton for punishment.

One month and several weeks ago, I was crying because of Marc. Lewis found out. Lewis appeared at my doorstep and held me until the tears dried up.

I told myself I wasn't crushing on him. Not in the least bit. That's ridiculous.

A few days later, we went to the beach down my road. He pulled a few sheets of paper clipped to a clipboard from his bag, and we started drawing a picture. The picture never got finished. I put the clipboard down, and the wind blew back some pages. On one of the pages was a heart. I picked up the clipboard again and flipped to that page. The heart was made of words, his way of pronouncing his love for me. I made the perfect excuse to leave, and I pulled out my cell phone... But I couldn't call anyone. I couldn't leave. I was stuck, and I realized that I didn't mind being stuck and in fact, I wanted to be.

One month ago today, we went walking down to the beach down my road again. We started talking. It was a cold evening, and I ended up shivering, despite my jacket. He put his arm around me, and I leaned against him. Those three words simply appeared on my lips before I could think about it, before I could stop it. I froze and got ready to leap up and run for it, knowing full well that I could easily outrun him, but he held me tightly and said, "I love you, too."

As we were leaving to go back to my house that same day, October 11, he put his arm around my waist and asked if I wouldn't mind if he called me his girlfriend. I said sure, then realized what he was implying. I opened my mouth to correct him, but then decided not to. So what if I got hurt again? Heartbreak was no big deal. (Remember, I was cold and tired and not really thinking straight. Heartbreak IS a big deal.)

At the top of the second hill (going down) we stopped under a streetlamp because I was out of breath because of my anemia. He put his arms around me and held me tightly, wrapping his big, poufy jacket around the both of us.

And then he asked if he could kiss me.

I giggled and said, "Well, you're not really supposed to ask. If you're sure a girl loves you, just kiss her."

And he kissed me.

Now, one month later, we're still together and looking towards a long future together.

The end.



Moral of the story?

Be like Nike and just do it.

or...

Love just happens, whether you like it or not.


You can choose the whichever moral you like.