MIFTA SYATILA
21100074
21. 5AA. 04

CRAZY IN LOVE ON EIGHT MONTHS

Never in my life did I imagine a love like this. Never in my life did I dream it possible for such a love to find me. Never in my life did I think there was someone so astounding out there. Well never in my life have I stepped outside of my own little world and my own little group of friends. 8 months ago I did and couldn't believe what I found. I was a sophomore. He was a junior. We both ran track - his first year and my second. He was beautiful, flawless. He was funny and full of joy. You could tell just by looking at him. He was the kind of guy every girl dreams of.

One day, he asked a mutual friend for my number, and from that moment on, I've never laid eyes on another. We cheered each other on at the following track meet, and we both won our races because of it. The bus back to school was practically empty except for the few seats in the back with one person sprawled out over every two seats. He chose to sit by me even though 20 other seats sat vacant. Spring break came the following week; I hated the thought of going away for a week before we got a chance to hang out for real. What if he found another girl in Miami? What if I screwed up in Panama City? What if the weeks’ time snapped him back to reality and he came to his senses? Friday before, spring break he texted me in the middle of class. He was leaving early. I left the classroom to go to the "bathroom" and he met up with me. If you could dream of a perfect hug, this was it. We talked for a few minutes until our principal noticed us. Then I went back to class and he set off on his trip. I was so happy and so sad at the same time. A week was too long. I had to see him again, but I had no other choice than to wait. Two Sundays later we hung out. He was too shy to hold my hand and I had to fight off the urge of reaching out and grabbing his. I didn't want to scare him away by being the one to make the first move. He started to play with my hand, maybe to try to hold it, but it never worked.

The next week he met up with me at a ballpark around where we live. I was there with friends and he lived in the neighborhood across the street. This time, something was different. He got there, and he didn't even hesitate. From the start he was holding me. His arms wrapped tightly around me, hands locked and intertwined with mine, and the sureness of him was apparent. I knew it now. I knew I wasn't the only one feeling this. From that moment on, we were inseparable. It took us another week or so before we shared in our first real kiss. And the next day, when he walked me to my door, he asked me to be his girlfriend me? I was shocked! I said yes and tried to keep my cool.

The Second I got through my front door I was jumping, squealing, screaming, dancing, and everything. Embarrassingly, I got straight on Facebook and switched my relationship status to in a relationship. I was just so excited for the whole world to know. We've had amazing times together. For example, we were watching the Notebook at his house and it was pouring down rain. He knows how much I love the rain, so regardless of everything going on, we bolted out into the rain together. He tricked me though. He picked me up and kissed me and ac ted like he was going to just hold me. Then he laid me down in a huge puddle and I had to change into his clothes. Except it was pointless because we ended up going right back outside and doing the exact same thing. Best day of my life and then, we went to Helen with his stepmom and her parents for a weekend. Neither of texted anyone or anything the whole weekend pretty much. WE spent the weekend hanging out just as two at their cabin. Four wheeling, putt putting, chocolate covered strawberries, swings, fish that suck your fingers that he helped me become unafraid of, and so much more.

One day after school I had to go straight to the elementary school up the street to teach the little kids French. I was there for an hour or so, and then I went outside to my car. It's raining. I go to turn on my windshield wipers and realized something. There was a single red rose on my windshield under the wiper. Along with a yellow note inside a baggy so it wouldn't get wet and many more story with him.

8 months now, and I'm crazy in love. No, I'm madly in love. I know this was a gift sent from God and I know he believes the same. We were both at unhappy and bad places in our lives. He'd been dealt some pretty horrible cards and been through things no 17 year old should ever have to go through and then it leads him down the wrong path and me? I was at the point where I had completely given up and felt unwanted. Happiness wasn't going to happen for me and love wasn't an option because no one seemed interested and the few that ever were. Weren't what I needed. He exceeded my expectations, still does. 16 and a junior - 18 and a senior - track quickly approaching again, and I still only have eyes for him. I don't care how young I am. I don't care how short we've been together. When you know, you know. When things work out perfectly and you never even argue, you know you were blessed. Just because I'm young and only 8 months into a relationship doesn't mean anything. Love is rare. Those who find it are lucky and have to embrace it. So here I am, embracing it with everything I have.