Ah, another love story, ready? Haha, okay. This one is very long... We met in 9th grade when he had baby fat and had his hair long, and after then I would track his hair cuts but that comes later haha. 9th grade, I stared at him too much across the room in biology and did the kid thing and told my friend to tell him that I liked him. They did and the staring continued. Was I staring too much? Or was he actually looking back as well? April 1st, a guy in our class told me that Chris (that's his name) liked me, but I definitely did not believed it. The guy told me that Chris had plans to ask me out but was too scared. The next day during algebra (Chris and I also had that class together) he mouthed the words "will you go out with me". I said yes, of course. For the next months that were left of school we sat together at lunch and tried to make conversation but mostly sat in silence or talked about the weather. We held hands everywhere though and he would rest his hand around my waist. I knew absolutely nothing about him as he knew nothing about me. We hung out once outside of school which is now called a time "we don't speak of". Second day of sophomore year I saw him at lunch and hid, we ate lunch together the first year and I was a complete bitch because I didn't have the guts to just call it quits. Fast forward (I'm trying to make this a VERY abridged version haha), all through out high school we had a class together and I was still very intrigued and attracted to him. And the staring would never stop, but the awkward moments intensified. Of course, we would get paired together to work on projects and what not. I would even stalk him, because I wanted to know soo bad who was this boy that I went out with. I asked my friends about him to find out as much as I could. All I wanted was a second chance, to really give it a try. He was just unavoidable. Towards the end of junior year he started the smile and say a few sentences to me, I, I was just very confused. The second to the last day of classes I was in his class "signing my friend's yearbook" (just trying to look at him) and he asked me what I was doing on the last day of school. We went out to lunch and talked and the whole time I had no idea why? Why were we getting lunch? Does he just want to be friends so we won't have these awkward run ins anymore?? I even asked him and he wasn't clear. I took a polaroid of him and he wrote his phone number on it. I gave him mine as well. The next day, I was turning in books when I ran into him (he told me that he turned in all his books the day before). He said he just had a few books and then asked for my phone number again because he lost it. **later on I found out that he walked from his house to our school three times at 6am just because he lost my number and wanted it again but thought I wouldn't be there... so that's why he walked back so much haha, oh and it's a half hour walk** June 21, 2008 a little past 12:00am, he calls me while I'm at some park with my friends and asks me... "yes, Ariel, would you be my girlfriend?". The first four months were hard, he didn't know what it felt like to be so loved, I think he was terrified of it. It was all so new, for me too. In the first month, after he told me he was thinking of breaking up with me, he told me that he loved me. We stayed together, but I did not say it back. I mean would you? Haha!! I felt it, but I was so confused and lost in not only that day but just so many other things. I eventually said it, and damn I wish I knew when but I sadly don't. But I didn't make him wait that long. During our whole senior year my parents, my dad made it a living HELL for us. For me. It was bad, really bad. But we fought back and he supported me as I fought my solo battles at home with my father. We snuck out to see eachother, he would take his parents car at night so I would sneak into his house and sleep with him and then we would wake up at 5am and sneak me back into my place and out of his. I had school at 7am. We used high school to our advantage, we went on dinner dates when he went on field trips, we had lunch in the photo room so we could have our time alone. I watched him fall in love with the dark room. I taught him how to do double exposures and he said I'm the reason why he even enrolled in photography, because he would then be able to talk to me about it. We definitely took advantage of high school. Towards the end, around college time... I knew he had UC Santa Cruz in his mind (8 hours from the LA area where we live). It didn't hurt me, until it became a reality. He was denied but then got in. I wish for him to get in. And it came true. He was also offered a really good deal with Berkeley. He would just have to stay at a close community college down here, this is what I wished he would do. But, I knew in his heart he chose Santa Cruz. He told everyone that was where he was going but told me he was still thinking of his options. I told him one day that I already knew that he decided. I turned bad, I begged almost everyday for him to stay. Begged. I turned desperate and pathetic. I lost myself... and to this day I do not remember who I was before that. He told me he would find a way and he regretting making that decision and he would talk to his parents about it, but he left. Before he left he made the plan that in two years I would transfer out of my community college to Santa Cruz and we would live together, this is what literally kept me alive. Fast forward to about seven months ago. I came up with a plan to shorten his two year plan to seven months. So about in January I think, I asked him if we could find an apartment together for the coming up school year, so in September. Hopefully this isn't confusing. He said yes. We had seven months to make everything work. I talked to my job about transferring stores, they said yes. I applied to a community college up there, got in and picked out classes. He talked to his parents day by day and worked on getting them on our side. It worked, not completely but they said they knew we were going to try this no matter what. But, my parents... my father. We decided to put off telling them til we had actual knowledge of what was going to happen because we wanted to show them how serious we were about this and didn't want to seem like two kids with a little silly idea. We waited. We found an apartment in our price range and the lady loved us, I talked on the phone with her and he of course saw the place and met her. He said it was huge, with a sky light and lots of natural light. The day before we were going to sign the lease, his parents said no and everything fell. I fell harder and deeper. We, fell hard. It all went back to waiting two years. It's now one year of course, but. Months of getting things done and talking and writing about how nice it's going to be, gone. He's getting an apartment of his own though (which still hurts) so that when I move up there we will for sure have a place. His parents saw how bad it hurt him, and I, so they're completely on our side. They said they will work with me, and my parents, and help us move. They know we need this. They want to get me out of here, and get us together. Why did they say not then? Because I have a bad relationship with my parents and everything was just, we needed more time to have everyone on our side. So, I'm no longer going to wait to tell my parents. We want to give them a whole year in advance, not a couple of months. So, now, present time, we have been together for about 2 years and 2 months. We get each other camera presents and I write him love letter on flickr and he writes stories and lets me read them. He rides the bus at 8 in the morning to see me and deals with my parents. He says he has a big surprise for me in the future but won't tell me when in the future. He says "every day I spend with you the more and more it gets finished". I can only imagine since he won't give my any hints. He said once he had a dream about it and he woke up with watery eyes. He's down for summer break, so we're just spending as much time as we can together. But it's hard to know that we could have been leaving together. But, I can't think of that. All I know is that in a years time we will be living together. He will make me french toast and I will make apple turnovers. I will take pictures and so will he. We will inspire each other every day. And that this time, no one will hold us back, they will be on our side, even if my parents fully aren't. We joke around and say if he's gone at the supermarket for too long I might start crying. But, I have never felt the future so clearly. I promise you, right now, I feel us older and together. I feel us reading a letter that I wrote for him to read in the future. I feel him looking over my shoulder as I feel out loud. I feel us living our lives together, doing more zoo trips and museums. I feel weight on my finger.