About 4 years ago, I dated my first "real" boyfriend. None of that silly middle school stuff that I don't even want to think about. It was very strange and random. I had received text messages that was just small talk, until about the 3rd or 4th one. I thought it was a joke. Someone likes me? He likes me? I thought. But as usual, my defensive wall went up. Instead of risking gullibility or sounding like a ridiculous girly girl, I texted back "this could be a mean joke. How do I know this is really you?" So I saw him tomorrow.
Turned out it really was him. I was pretty much baffled. I didn't realize I was crush-worthy. But he was waiting for an answer. I didn't really have one. He was a nice guy, but I never thought of him as a boyfriend. Oh well. So we ended up holding hands. Maybe I'll develop feelings for him as we go along. And I did. We dated for 2 and a half years. With one of those years only seeing each other twice. That takes a lot of effort.
Today was an interesting day. It felt like taking a nice big breath.
Rain isn't so miserable with an umbrella and some rain booties.
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