My Fairytale.

He’s one of those people that makes your world brighter just by smiling. Girls love him. And for some reason, he wanted me. I met him when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore. We were a good couple. The kind of couple that everyone admired. But I had a lot of baggage. I was on probation and had problems with my parents. I knew that I was going to go to a juvenile facility, so I pushed him away. I broke up with him two months before I left. I never told him why, but remained friends. When I left, I couldn’t call or write letters to anyone. I was gone for almost two years. By that time I was seventeen and moved in with my sister. The first thing I did was look him up on facebook. He called me crying. He wrote me messages on my old myspace the whole time I was gone. 

I was in Virginia and he moved to Illinois. We made this promise that if we’re both single by the time we’re twenty three, we’re going to marry each other. We tried dating other people, but we both hated it. I haven’t told him this, but he better be fucking serious about our pact, because I can’t picture myself marrying any fool but him.

We’ve been talking every single day for the past year and a half, but I’ve loved him since I was 15. I’m going to see him for the first time since ninth grade on Tuesday. Wish me luck. :)