You Are My Heart.

Sweetie, you're my heart.
Sweetie, you're my love.
Sweetie, you're my life.
Sweetie, you're my soul.
Love, you're my everything.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The first time we really talked was when he hit me in the face with a volleyball during my freshman year. Amusing way to meet, right? He freaked out and apologized a thousand times. After that, we started hanging around the same friend to get to know each other more. Back then, I still had uber short hair, braces, and huge and round glasses. I looked like a nerd. Straight up. Then, during my sophomore year while he was a junior, I would always get to school early just to see if I was able to see him in the morning. I always looked forward to seeing him in the morning even though I knew that he barely ever came in early at all. But whenever he did come in early, I would always make him sit next to me, or I would get up to hug him and stand close to him. I would always try to find him wherever he was, just to try to get a hug from him. I loved his hugs because they made me feel safe and warm.
A while later, my friends created a little family tree of the group of friends that we had. Some way or another, he ended up becoming my great-grandfather. It was rather cute back then, before we admitted to each other that we liked each other. After that, it was just a bit awkward but it didn't stop us from being so into each other. I would always yell "grandpa" down the hall and run to him for a hug, looking up from the hug to see his smiling face as we talked a little as we hugged. All of our hugs lasted at least a minute unless one of us were in a rush. normally, he would be the one in a rush since he had a girlfriend who was bossy/picky/bitchy/an asshole/a pain in the ass/just absolutely fucked up. He also had a girlfriend who was so fucking stupid that the word "stupid" doesn't even begin to describe her. Also, she was one of the most hated girls in the entire school. She even used him, my poor love. I was gonna kick her ugly ass when she told me that I couldn't hug him anymore, that "hugging time was over." Well, guess what bitch. He's mineee!!! Hah!! But that's not the point. Maybe it is but whatever. I had a fun time cursing her out in my head while being polite to her and not letting go of him. I was also dating at the time but unlike his ex-girlfriend, my ex-boyfriend didn't try to pull me away from him. People say that it's because my ex-boyfriend was afraid of him and I don't blame them. My boyfriend is brolic. But I don't mind. I like his everything. x3
I think that maybe I was always attracted to him. I always noticed during my freshman year that I would always stare at him when I wasn't busy being a nerd. I was always watching him when he wasn't looking, like when he was busy playing basketball. One of the reasons why I got hit in the face while playing volleyball was because I was busy watching him and loving him. Another reason would be because I simply suck at getting the ball. Last reason would be that I can handle taking hits really well so I didn't mind it much. He was just too... worth it. He's too much and I just couldn't ignore him. He was like a gift sent from heaven just for me but was stolen and used in the process of getting to me. But I finally got my gift. =]
Then, we were both in the environmental club at our school where we would go early to collect paper to be recycled and then we would have small trips to different parks and facilities to help out. I remember the one day where almost everyone went to the park to help de-weed and plant new plants. He was there. He told me recently about how he thought that my shirt was extremely low-cut that day. I don't agree. That shirt was NOT low-cut. I was so excited about being there, especially since he was there too. It was fun, even though I got countless balls of I-don't-know-what-but-they-were-prickly-and-they-hurt-and-they-stick all over me and I had to get people to help me take it off. That day was one of the best days evar.
Speaking of best days, that special day was one. The day we first kissed. There was snow outside and we were both single. When he kissed me, I was shocked that he really did it. I was about to pinch myself to check if I was awake. I was so happy at that moment. SO happy. I deem that the best day of my life. Not only that, the kiss was perfect. He thought that I was mad at him when I asked him why he kissed me. I laughed so hard at him when he told me that he thought I was angry. He didn't know that I've loved him for two whole years. He asked me if I liked him once and I told him that I did but he forgot about it. So I just told him again. After a few days, we were going out. A little before that though, we were friends with benefits which was a rather interesting turn of events.
There's a lot more that I want to say but I don't know what they were. But for now, this is all. ♥