friends at the movies. We were waiting for Dan to finish playing arcade games. I was, as usual, a little nervous being around so many people. I had my back to the wall next to the towering arcade machine that the guys were huddling around. As my eyes scanned the crowd they met a familiar set of eyes. She was looking right at me. The girl in high school that I always liked but never really talked to, Penelope. Terrified, I broke eye contact. A few seconds later when I checked to see if she was still looking, what I saw filled me with a mixture of excitement and fear. She was walking this way. Her hypnotizing gaze locked on me. I stand like a deer in the headlights. Most likely with a dumb look on my face.
She doesn't even let me ruin the moment by saying something cheesy. Her words, peppy but gentle, come blurting out one after the next. Just being able to see her nervous and flustered is adorable. I smile as she starts telling me how she remembers me from school and how her friends ditched her. I couldn't believe that she even remembered me in the slightest, much less wanting to sit by us in the movie. Things were surreal. I could tell the guys were in just as much disbelief as myself. Dan accidently lost his game. The night continued on and was amazing. So were the many nights that followed.
We both always had the weekends off of work, so doing stuff with her and our friends became a ritual. It was good for me too. I finally started to go to all the fun parts of town that I never cared to know about as an introverted adolescent. I had learned how to converse with my peers and, most importantly, how to have fun. Once I really was able to come out of my shell, I grew a pair and got up the nerve to make a move on the only girl on my mind. We were having a movie night at her place. Our friend, Dan, was there as well. He had gotten up to go make more popcorn for the next movie. She was sitting next to me on the couch. She would usually sit next to me, but tonight she had scooted herself in closely. She kept looking deep into my eyes. It was mesmerizing. I saw this brief moment alone as a chance and I took it.
"Can I kiss you?" I asked like a nervous young boy.
Boom. Everything changes. It's enlightening and empowering at the same time but this newfound power comes with a huge weakness; her. You can do anything in the world and yet at the same time, you can't. Doing everything becomes easier. Success becomes an easier concept to believe in again. Even though you can move mountains, if it isn't what she wants, you will not move anything. Maybe it's all out of being naive, but I prefer to think of it as caring too much and willing to do anything for that one person you aren't willing to live without. It can be empowering, but the smallest notion of losing her will send you to your knees, in one way or another.
Like any young couple, we were passionate and thrilled with the fact that we were together. Personally, I never really saw anything special in myself, but I wasn't about to start questioning why she was with me. Everything was better. Date nights had a whole new meaning and it was usually a blast. I found myself working harder and, in turn, taking pride in everything I did. I finally had a reason to stop smoking cigarettes and saved a little more money because of it. Aside from that, most girls don't like ash tray breath. After finally working my way into a permanent position, I had enough money to start seriously considering a higher education. Penelope suggested that we rent a house from her parents. She too was going to get a degree. A business degree, she said it was practical because she could realistically work in any field. It made perfect sense to combine our forces. With both of our busy schedules, it would allow us to still see each other often. At this point, we had been together a few years and I think we were both ready for the step.
Endless talks of everything we were gonna do with our
She doesn't even let me ruin the moment by saying something cheesy. Her words, peppy but gentle, come blurting out one after the next. Just being able to see her nervous and flustered is adorable. I smile as she starts telling me how she remembers me from school and how her friends ditched her. I couldn't believe that she even remembered me in the slightest, much less wanting to sit by us in the movie. Things were surreal. I could tell the guys were in just as much disbelief as myself. Dan accidently lost his game. The night continued on and was amazing. So were the many nights that followed.
We both always had the weekends off of work, so doing stuff with her and our friends became a ritual. It was good for me too. I finally started to go to all the fun parts of town that I never cared to know about as an introverted adolescent. I had learned how to converse with my peers and, most importantly, how to have fun. Once I really was able to come out of my shell, I grew a pair and got up the nerve to make a move on the only girl on my mind. We were having a movie night at her place. Our friend, Dan, was there as well. He had gotten up to go make more popcorn for the next movie. She was sitting next to me on the couch. She would usually sit next to me, but tonight she had scooted herself in closely. She kept looking deep into my eyes. It was mesmerizing. I saw this brief moment alone as a chance and I took it.
"Can I kiss you?" I asked like a nervous young boy.
Boom. Everything changes. It's enlightening and empowering at the same time but this newfound power comes with a huge weakness; her. You can do anything in the world and yet at the same time, you can't. Doing everything becomes easier. Success becomes an easier concept to believe in again. Even though you can move mountains, if it isn't what she wants, you will not move anything. Maybe it's all out of being naive, but I prefer to think of it as caring too much and willing to do anything for that one person you aren't willing to live without. It can be empowering, but the smallest notion of losing her will send you to your knees, in one way or another.
Like any young couple, we were passionate and thrilled with the fact that we were together. Personally, I never really saw anything special in myself, but I wasn't about to start questioning why she was with me. Everything was better. Date nights had a whole new meaning and it was usually a blast. I found myself working harder and, in turn, taking pride in everything I did. I finally had a reason to stop smoking cigarettes and saved a little more money because of it. Aside from that, most girls don't like ash tray breath. After finally working my way into a permanent position, I had enough money to start seriously considering a higher education. Penelope suggested that we rent a house from her parents. She too was going to get a degree. A business degree, she said it was practical because she could realistically work in any field. It made perfect sense to combine our forces. With both of our busy schedules, it would allow us to still see each other often. At this point, we had been together a few years and I think we were both ready for the step.
Endless talks of everything we were gonna do with our
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