Do believe in love at a young age? Well, if you don't, this is not the blog for you. But I can tell you that I do believe in this so called "myth" because I have expierenced it.
It all began in 7th grade, yes 7th grade, don't judge... I had puppy love for this cute brown-eyed freckled boy named Aaron. Aaron was everthing a 12 year old girl could have wanted- or so I thought. He was handsome, played sports, was kind and sweet, all the girls loved him. I can remember thinking in my mind, "Why would he ever like me?" But still I went on drawing pictures of him in my notebooks, conversing about him with my closest girlfriends, and fantasizing about our future wedding. I knew my dreams of becoming his girlfirend would never withstand, because, as you have already guessed, there is a girl in the picture.
Emily was never pretty, but something between Aaron and Emily clicked. And what Emily had I would have KILLED for. She had the guy, the guy that made every estrogenated girl around him go crazy, no matter how old or small, no matter what your taste, this guy was gorgeous.
So when Emily and Aaron broke up, I was jumping for joy! Yayy! He was finally free to be with me. Have you ever heard the song by Taylor Swift "You belong with me.."? even though the song was not blasting on everyone's radio, I, solely in my heart was belting it out.
Being shy, I asked one of my girlfriends to ask him out for me at recess. I, as i have already stated being shy, decided to stay inside in case he said no. And I was right. He did say no. But, I, the 12 year old Caty who thought she knew everything, had a plan.
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