Not So Typical Love Story

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Not So Typical Love Story

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   As love stories and songs pop up, people think about the cliche “love” each song or story brings: how they met, how they fell in love, and not to mention the typical breakups everyone gets themselves into. With high school, however, everyone at least has that typical love story they have to tell and usually ends up being a heartbroken mess. Although my relationships were in junior high, my present love story is not so typical as everyone else and I have a twist: my love story is still continuing.

   The beginning of freshman year was terrible in my opinion. I was struggling to get assignments done, family drama going on at home, and just struggling in life. I was in a “funk” for part of it until one morning during a two-hour delay. This guy lives basically down the street from me for the past three years and I never knew who he was. He rode the bus and always passed my house and with myself being shy at that time, I never spoke to him. During one typical two hour delay day, I shyly tapped him on the shoulder saying, “You always pass my house” and although I seemed like a creep saying that to a stranger that I have seen from afar, that comment made history.

   As the months continued, we talked more than ever. I finally heard his story and his passions for everything in the world. We made each other laugh so hard we would cry while texting one another. Even on the worst days for me, old counseling days, for example, he would always have a text or two that would bring the “famous Megan” smile that no one would see in a long time and seeing the smile brought curiosity to everyone around me. I knew this guy was important to me and from that moment, I knew I had a best friend. From time to time we would flirt with one another just to brighten up the mood and have those little “crush” talks. I told him constantly that I didn’t want a relationship because people leave and I valued our friendship too much and from that point, he and I created a “six-month rule” where we won’t date until six months is up and still see if he still wanted to be with me. Little did I know that throughout the six months, throughout the laughs and cries, throughout the memories we created together, I had a feeling that I never knew I would have: that feeling was love.

   Three years later we’re still together. Tate and I have been through so much together and with myself leaving for college in August, we still plan to have our laughs and cries. Out of these three years, each moment is better than the last. We may portray as the “unique” couple but at the end of the day, I am still grateful that he is still in my life regardless of what other people say. Thank you Tate for being my listener, helper, carer, comedian, lover, and my best friend throughout these three years and I wish for many more!

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