Each morning I walked down the hallway of BHS to my locker. As any other high school student would, I got my books and headed to homeroom. As I made my way to room 224 in the Azure hallway, the lights of the sun slightly slanted at the perfect moment for me to see an angel staring at me. With the timid tendency in me, I glared with confidence at the brown, caramel skin, God-sent angel as we both walk toward each other. “Hello,” was the first words we exchanged. We chuckled and stared at each other’s eyes for 10 seconds. In 10 seconds, I saw my eyes flash back to reality. Right in front of me, I saw my future with this young lady everyone called Frankie. That moment is when I fell in love for the first time in my life. The feeling in my heart was a sense of peace. The peace of having a love that is unconditional with the guidance of God in the life we would share together. She then said again, “Hello,” in a soft voice. I said “Hi, Frankie,” calmly. After those exchanged words we had shared on that Tuesday morning, even after three years, it feels as if I met you again for the first time.
“Can you do me a favor, babe?” I asked. “Can you read over this paper and proofread it for any grammar mistakes?”
“Of course babe, I got you, boo," Frankie said.
I knew that I was the luckiest guy in world when I met Frankie. My whole life changed for the better when we started to date. As we walked down the hallway holding hands to homeroom, Shayla said, “How long have you two been dating and when is the wedding?”
Frankie and I looked at each other and smiled. “We did not set a date for the big day yet; however, it is up in discussion right now," I said. "I’m waiting for the right time to let others know. I will keep you posted."
We both laughed together into homeroom and took our respectful seats where we would stare into each other’s eyes from the opposite side of room. As I looked at the other side of the room looking for my true love, I started to think of how much love this girl had for me. With this in mind, our love for each other reminded me of a story my grandfather told me about him and my grandmother falling in love. As he described it, all of sudden, everything made sense. The color of things, the sound of things and the way everything looked – it all changed as she walked on the street toward me. She was late for work. She was breathtaking and gorgeous. I approached her with a smile as she stared at me smiling. We went out to several dates and shared moments of potentially living with each other. Although it was tough to date, she still stayed with me for all of those years. The sun was our clock as we would be gazed into each other’s eyes, every day for 24 hours because we were in love. I promised her I would take care of her for the rest of her life. "When I said those words, Rich, that’s when I knew I was in love with your grandmother,” he said.
My grandfather’s story reminded me everyone has a love story. Everyone has the right to feel their own sense of love, no matter how corny or stupid it sounds, and every love story deserves to be told. I want her to know our love story is still being written. At this moment, faith has not brought us together, but for you, my heart will never break. For you, my smile will never fade. And for you, my love will never end. I love you. I have a little message for you in case you read this article one day: I love you more today than yesterday, and I’ll love you more tomorrow than today.
