March 11th, 2012 was the best day of my life. It had a little something to do with a certain someone who would soon become a really important part of my life. I got my first high-school boyfriend that day. I remember when I first started to realize that I really liked this boy. I kind of pretended I didn’t because we were such good friends, and we had basically grown up together (he was my boyfriend all through elementary school...it was kind of a big deal). To make a long story short, I ended up crushing on this boy hard, and he eventually told me he liked me, so I finally got to tell him that the feelings were mutual.
As he was my first high-school boyfriend, he was the first boy that ever picked me up for dates in his own car. After dating for 9 months, we broke up and it wasn’t just a low key break up, it was well known. Without going into too many details, I’ll just leave it at it didn’t end well. This really hurt because this boy had been my friend for years and then it all just suddenly ended. A couple of months passed, and we eventually became (kind of) friends again, and this is where the story takes another turn. We were well into our junior year of high-school now, and the closer we became, the more I started to fall for him again and no one was happy about it. But sometimes you just can’t stop love.
With everyone’s opinions put to the side, we eventually became official again as junior year ended. Now that junior year was over, it was time to start thinking about college, and life after high-school. We had a lot of the same future plans, and we both ended up applying for one college, which just so happened to be the same one. We both got accepted into Northeastern State University on the same day. I was not only excited about getting accepted to the college I had always wanted to go to, but to have him by my side for this new chapter of our lives.
That was two years ago, and although our relationship has had its rough patches and it hasn’t always been easy, to say it’s all been worth it would be an understatement. I felt as if everything we went through was all just a learning experience, and I am so lucky that I still get to call him my boyfriend to this day.
Every year, on March 11th we don’t celebrate how long we’ve stayed together, but the day that our life journey started. Everything that happened in high-school doesn’t even matter anymore and I am so glad I get to do this life with him by my side. He is so much more to me than my high school sweetheart, but that’s where it all began (because fourth grade boyfriends don’t actually count) and that is why I’m still in love with him.
