I am his forever.

I guess we've all heard our share of romeo and juilet stories. That love thats wrong, forbidden. A cliche, honestly. Until it became my own. It started 5 months ago, and really thats not that long, but Romeo and juilet were really only 14-16 at the time of their story. And i happen to be at the same age. Don't stop reading, I know that people think that i'm to young to know what love is, but i disagree. There is no certain age where we know what TRUE LOVE is. Our hearts decide that. And I know that this, my story is true, real, heart throbbing love. And so i begin..

       It started when I was in 6th grade in 2008. That was the first time I fell in love with him.
I had only heard his name and i knew he was going to be special. He didnt love me back, which I knew because all the guys always fell for my best friend. And my best friend was so oblivious to this that she honestly believed he liked me back. He didnt... Until May of 2009. where he believed we were ment to be. We loved eachother in 7th grade, we spent all our time around eachother and everybody knew that we liked eachother, except us of course. In January, a week after New Years of 2011, he told me he'd liked me since 6th grade. and I told him I did too. This is when trouble began. Neither of us were "allowed" to date. Being at a young age, its understandable. But we, we knew that we had was real..and no one could break it. He first held my hand 3 weeks after he told me he liked me and a week after he said "I Love You." From then on, we held hands everyday and texted till 1 am every day. Until his mother found out. At first she was disappointed but she didn't do much really, she just told him to stop and she took his phone away. No big deal. He didn't stop of course. I mean how could we? We were in love.

             A month passed and we were going strong, nothing had shaken us yet and all we wanted was to be together..until thursday February 24, he kissed me. It wasn't on the lips, so I didnt count it at as my first kiss since it was on the cheek.. until the next day, friday, he kissed me on the lips. A magical kiss..but nothing like the movies, it was better. so much better. until, that night he texted me off his cousins phone telling me how much he missed me and that he was so glad i was his first kiss and that he hopes i will be the only lips he ever kisses. That night his parents found out. He txted me the following morning, again off his cousins phone, telling me to tell me parents he kissed me, because his had found out and were making him come over to apologize. I told my mom. and she cried, she was so disappointed in me because I hadn't told her and I only did because i knew she would be recieveing a phone call form his parents. An hour later, him and his dad showed up on my doorstep, they came in and we sat and talked about how disappointed they were at us and how we were full of sin and deciet. I sat there the whole time, silent. Saying all the things i wanted to say in my mind. It was like i was watching two scenes. one in which i told his father that no one could separate whats meant to be, because it will always find a way! and then another scene, where I sat silent listening and crying at the words they told him and I.. my sad reality was the second one. His father told me that he wouldnt be going to high school with me, he wouldnt be able to sit next to me in school, or be my friend. He wouldn"t be able to hang out with me on a school trip to Texas for more than 5 minutes a day. They forbid us to see eachother. to talk to eachother. i thought i would die...okay, slight exaggeration, but i was heartbroken.

           He wasn't at school that following monday. i cried. He came back tuesday, and we didn't listen to the set of rules that were placed before us. He held my hand and held me when i cried, telling me it would be okay. that Whats meant to be, will always find away... that friday things changed. His family got into an argument..an argument about me. And that saturday my mom gets a phone call from his mother saying he ran away. Me and my mom spend the next hour to help search for him..but then, i remembered. He told me that the saturday when he had to come apologize, that he memorized the way to my house..thats when I knew, he was coming to me. I told my mom to drive home, and thats where i saw him. He was walking 10 minutes away from my house with a backpack and guitar in hand. He was running away to ME. He was running to come and get ME. My beautiful love. I got out of the car and I ran to him. I yelled his name and time froze. He stood there, 5 feet away from me and we just stopped and looked into eachothers eyes until we both seeped back into reality. Thats when he started running. It took me by suprise. I didnt think he would run from me, but he did. And i couldn't believe it, that i screamed his name and dropped to my knees..and began to cry. he turned around and stared at me. then came running, tears streaming down and picked me up in his arms telling me he was sorry that he loved me.             

          We look back on it now, and laugh at the thought of a man leaning against a pole laughing at the sight of us. It was actually probably quite funny, but to us, it's our story. I sit here now, back in the same situation i've been for the last 4 months. I'm sneaking around with him and lying just to be with him. and i have to say..it's gotten quite hard. It hurts when we have to sit one seat apart so the teachers dont tell his parents (cuz he parents told the teachers not to let us sit next to eachother.) it hurts that one of us has to wait 10 seconds after one of us leaves an empty room, so no one suspects anything. It hurts that we can't walk out together. When you have a secret, sometimes it becomes to much to bare. and sometimes i feel done. I feel tired of worrying about getting caught. but then i realize, maybe this is ment for me to be stronger..for us to realize that our love can get through anything..He asked me to wait for him and we both wear rings promising us to eachother. And we are both set on keeping our promise, but he..he is stronger than me. He won't break this promise, and I hope that I wont either.

              I realize i'm young. I realize you may believe this is all adolescence, but it's so much more than that. This, this is the story we are going to have. The story we get to tell. and I hope that when I get old, and i'm sitting on a porch next to the same man i've loved since 6th grade, that i can still remember every detail of us. Our love is not impossible. No not at all. For our love is greater than any force on earth. and i am lucky, lucky to have TRUE LOVE at an age many dont. I am his forever.

a boy that cares.

Dear imperfect madness--

I read this letter on youtube when I browsing for music. I fell in love with the words that this boy had wrote. All credit goes to him. I just had to spread the love.


"Dear you,

I'm a kid you'll probably never meet. i don't know you and you don't know me, but what i know is that i care. it doesn't matter about the people you hangout with, the things you do, or the grades you get. you're an amazing person and you deserve a friend. someone to hold you up when you're down and give a shoulder to rest your head. all of us have problems and no ones perfect, but everyone deserves to be loved. don't lose hope.
                                                              -A Boy That Cares"

I read the words splashed across the screen in front of me. Shocked by the sincere words. All I could think was thank you, thank you for caring in a world that doesn't.

ABoyThatCares is an account on Youtube.com, if you would like to learn more about this boy, please visit his channel. Spread the Love thats missing in this world.

"not for the fame, but for the lives of others." -- ABoyThatCares.

Solitary

      I've now realized that we seldom remember the little things, that sometimes matter the most. Like the way of a boat. One hole and the boat fills with water, slowly but surely sinking its way to the bottom of a lonely, dark place. I've learned that we are often this way. We let ourselves get so consumed in a world full of fame and fortune, full of idols and distractions, full of full time jobs and forget, forget the things that were once so important to us.
      Silence. When was the last time you were in silence? In a room with nothing, but your own drowning thoughts. And I know for some of us, like me, this is a scary thought..to be alone drowning in your thoughts, but sometimes thats all we really need for a short time. Silence.
Solitary. Silence.
                                                                    Try it.