This is the story of how I fell in love. It is the usual story. The older boy and the younger girl grew up together. Couldn't stand to be around each other. Seperated through the awful junior high years. Weren't even friends girl's sophomore year, while the older boy was a senior. Meet back up awkwardly. Instantaneously fall in love. Then in the blink of an eye... he's gone.
Well if you haven't figured out, I am the younger girl. And that is my story in a nut shell. Shall I expand on the situation? I shall.
Lets take a moment to observe my current situation.
- I am a Junior in High School.
- I am on Dance Company.
- I got the best friends around.
- I have a family that loves me very much.
- I am so blessed and grateful.
- I have an unyielding testimony of my Savior and his church
Two. Whole. Years.
Yes, I sent off a missionary. And everyday that he is gone, my heart yearns to be with him and yet, he is serving the people of central america. Its all bitter-sweet. Sweet, in such a way as he serving the lord. He will change lives. He is going to work miracles. He will mature and gain a sense of humility. He will back 10 times the guy I knew. I should be happy. But I am not. I am
Okay, so maybe I am a little dramatic.
We are going to call this boy.... Elder. Just Elder. Me and Elder.. Well.. we go way back. I remember specifically being in kindergarten. Elder and my big brother, Joshy Boy [currently serving a mission in Anaheim, California], were best friends growing up. There was a whole group of boys actually. All of them I adored. Oh boy, those second graders had it going on! Because of my adoration, I was subjected to much torture. The span of my entire childhood was filled with hits, kicks, and bruises from my secret loves. Yes, I remember Elder beating me up.
Good times.. good times.
Once those second graders hit 7th grade, the tortured stopped. Those boys stopped coming over because Joshy's friends changed. I forgot about them and moved onto boys my own age. YA YA! Skipping forward a couple years, I entered high school.
Oh, sophomore year. The memories. The best year of my life. Lets just say... I dated a couple guys. One being Elder's best friend. Grrrrr..... I have a STRONG dislike for that man. But that is a different story. Elder and I are not friend, nor would I ever thought we would be. Junior year now rolls around. All my second grade lovers slash my beloved seniors are all headed off to different parts of the country for their missions. Including my brother. My best friend. My constant comfort. He was
In result of this pain, tears flowed constantly. I thought it was going to last forever. That following Friday changed my life forever. I decided I needed to try and be happy. In this attempt, I went to our high school football game.
I had never felt so alone.
All my friends were blind to my sorrow and insincerity filled their voices. All I could think was "The next two years are going to be like this. My own personal hell."
Once the game ended, I wanted to run home as fast as I could. Before I could take off, I ran into some old friends. My beloved seniors. My mood changed knowing that these boys were filled with the spirit of christ. Their light shone so bright. I couldn't help but smile. As I was conversing with these bretheren, I noticed one hanging in the back. He would not make eye contact with me.
There is something you need to know about me.
If I want to know you, you better buck up. You will be my friend.
I decided to march up to this young man and made it known that I exist. My heart started to pound as I approach his imitating stance.
"When do you leave for your mission, Aaron?"
"The tenth of November." He answered politely.
"Wow, that is coming up! That is oh so very exciting. I believe I heard that you are going to guatemala?" I asked, trying to engage in light conversation.
My life will never be the same from that night.
That night I fell in love. I truly did. I knew what I was getting myself into. This boy was leaving in a month and a half for two years. I had to make the most of it. This next month and a half had to be filled with him. My elder.
And let me tell you.
That was the BEST month of 2010.
We spent every second we could with each other. We went to concerts. Stargazing. Late night car rides. Church movies. Dates.
Falling in love.
My life was a fairytale. I don't think there was a happier person to ever walk the earth. My mother told me I was glowing. Life was perfect. I could not ask for anything more. I was living in complete bliss.
Then he left.
He was gone. I was alone.
Another chip off the ol' heart.
I am waiting for my Elder. Lets be honest. I am in high school. I am going to date other boys. Maybe even
I can do this.