I also gave up 2 of those enimies, and gained a new one.
I was not in love with RA. I was in a strong form of lust. There is a differnce.
But I did gain a new story.
This story does not begin as some stories begin. This story begins in the heat of a battle.
BM, my new bestest friend (at the time) was dating the unfortunate EM. EM would have been an alright choice for BM, were he not such a controlling jerk.
On this particular day of the battle, EM was not being particularly terrible.
He might have been silently starting a civil war. (lack of capitalization is intentional. Pun intended. There is no such thing as a civil war. Wars are gruesom. Not civil).
Amongst the turmoil, I found myself staring into the eyes of the most dangerous thing I have ever known.
This is the first name I have mentioned. I am aware, and I altered it. His name is Paul. Yes, in the non-blog world, he and i do have alliteration-al names. But for now we will stick with Penstemon & Paul.
He isn't perfect, but he isn't in shambles. He isn't self righteous, but he isn't a pity party-er either.
Paul is my better half.
And at the moment where this story begins, I was looking into Paul's eyes in the back of his old bronco at the city park.
He said something.
And I looked down and shook my head.
Did he really just say that?
There is no way!
Did he really just ask me that?
The next words from him stumbled like a stream temporarily caught by a rock, gurgling forth from behind his lower lip.
"Is that a no?"
I looked into his easter-blue eyes.
"yes."
NO NO NO.
He did not just ask me to marry him, if that is what you are thinking. That hasn't happened yet. He asked me to be his girlfriend.
I was someone's something.
And I still am.
That night continued on.
Happy things happened.
My birthday, for example. He was there, watching as i blew out the candles.
We are, as the saying goes, attached at the hip.
I haven't gone a day without seeing him in over 3 weeks.
And March 25th will be the official day when my life as a high-school sweetheart begins.
BM and EM had a big, nasty ordeal.
She and I were fighting about things, And she had been mad at me all day. After school she asked to come with me and Paul to the store, and then she wanted a ride home. I was cool with it, but after how her attitude towards me had been all day, Paul was a little worried. When we got to the store, she stayed in the Bronco. That pissed me off pretty good. Paul and I continued inside. She waited. We brought out a friend of hers, TC, to see her, and she got out of the car. If words could kill, I would have been six feet under when she said "finally, a real friend comes". We let her go off with TC, trusting him to take her to our house. (She lived with me). Paul and I went to his house for a minute, then left over to home. Turns out BM decided to go to EM's house. I texted her a brief apology for the events that day. She said she was sorry too and that she would be home later. Paul and I went down into our theatre room and i started to feel like something was wrong. But I wasn't sure what it was. I fell asleep with Paul on the couch, and awoke with a start when I heard my mom talking upstairs. I told Paul to wait where he was because there was no telling what was going on.
When I got upstairs, my mom's face was flushed and she told me that KK, my sister, was going to get BM. BM's grandmother had been waging daily wars with my poor mother and mom wanted BM to come home and call her. We tried calling BM, but there was no answer. We texted her and told her that we would be over soon to pick her up. Paul knows how terrible I am at directions, so he had my sister follow us over to EM's house. When we got there, EM's mom came over to the bronco and was all prickly when she asked why there were two cars. I explained, and she went inside to get BM. KK wanted to know what was going on, so she came up to the bronco and talked to us. Just about then, EM called KK and said BM would not be making it outside right now. To this, BM took the phone and told us she would be spending the night at someone's house so she could "catch up on homework". BM may be smart, but she never does any homework. This made everyone suspicious, and EM called Mom and told her that BM was, in fact, drunk as a skunk and unable to walk. A few minutes later, out stumbled BM with no shoes on. She got into the bronco first, then clamored into the van. Thats when the screaming started. First she said "he hurt me" and then came "i just wanted someone to help me". There was also the occasional "I'm bleeding" and the rare "they called it a rape drink". EM tried to explain, all through lies, and BM was rushed to the hospital by the Koda Clan.
Things haven't been good since then, but lets just say BM and EM, though required by law to split, are still together, and Paul is the love of my life.
Paul makes my heart sing.
I swear, nothing makes me happier than the sound of his sweet voice calling my name.
He is my Prince.
And I, His Princess.
And we are happy.
Who would have thought that my first boyfriend since SA and I'm happy.
Nah, I don't think that SA counts as a real relationship.
So that would mean he is my first real boyfriend since IO!!!
CRAZY?!?!!?!?!?!
yes. yes it is.
I'm not sure what the future holds now.
Maybe Paul and I will get married.
He moved the old tear ring from my casual hand onto my serious hand.
And sometimes when we go places, we pretend we are engaged.
Paul is not perfect, as I said before.
But nor am I.
He makes me happy
and I feel lucky to have him.
Maybe one day I will be Mrs. Paul.
Who knows.
penstemon & paul.
I don't know if we are soul mates.
but i do know that your are my best friend,
and the love of my life.
and thats what i know.
so this is penstemon koda. I love music, and i love Paul.look up 2 songs
Perfect Two by auburn
&
The Last Night by Skillet
Thanks for reading.
No comments:
Post a Comment