A year ago, I had a giant crush on the best guy I know, Gabe. He asked me to pizza and a movie, but another guy, Jake, had been giving me a lot of attention, so I said no to the date. Things with Jake fizzled out quickly, and I realized I had made a huge mistake by saying no to Gabe. We were still friends, but I knew being anything more than that would be off the table. We kept getting closer over the summer, and in late August he came to my birthday party. There was major chemistry there, and we flirted the whole time. He left, and right before he gave me the best hug I’ve ever gotten. It made me realize how badly I wanted him. We kept flirting and joking about going on a date, and finally I got up the gumption to ask him to the movies. We had a wonderful time, he showed up late and I was worried he had stood me up. But he got to the theater and explained that his car broke and he had to fix it (He’s a gearhead, which is one of the reasons I like him so much). But he bought me my ticket and we saw the movie, which was The Town with Ben Affleck, surprisingly good. During the entire movie I could tell he was stressing about holding my hand, because I kept seeing him getting really close but not doing it. So I decided to make life easy for him and grab his hand. He breathed a giant sigh of relief, leaned over, and said “Thank you.” It make me so happy:) So he drove me home, and in the car he kissed me. I was on cloud nine for a week after that, but after a while it stopped being so perfect. I’m the kind of person who finds problems in perfect things, and I kept finding stupid insignificant problems in Gabe and I. I started distancing myself from him, and I started avoiding him. He, of course, realized that I was avoiding him, and he confronted me. I really didn’t know what to say, so I just told him that I thought we would be better friends. He knew I was full of shit, so he stopped talking to me completely. I felt terrible, but I knew I wouldn’t be good if we were together. We completely stopped being friends, and we didn’t talk to each other for months. In January I realized how much I missed him, so I tried reaching out. I started being friends with him again, and I asked him to come over to my house and hang out. He did, and it was incredibly fun. All we did was talk and listen to music for hours, and it was wonderful. I asked him to come over again, and he did. We painted each other’s faces, then went to another friend’s house to hang out with a few more of our friends. There was a ton of chemistry between us, and after talking to my friends about it I decided if I got the chance I was going to kiss him. So I did. And it was the most awkward kiss that has ever happened in history. I was hanging out the side of my friend Kiki’s car, and he was as still as a statue. No lip movement, nothing. It was terrible. He didn’t really say anything, and it was super awkward, so we just drove away. I had to go back to our friend’s house because I left my underwear there (We had gone swimming, I’m not a slut) and we talked. I told him how big of a mistake I made, and how badly I wanted to try again. He said we could try, and i was ecstatic. We got closer and closer and eventually were back to where we were, and it was wonderful:) I was his Valentine, he came over, we hung out, we talked on the phone, everything was good. But for some reason he didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend. We went to a party of a friend of mine, and I got a little tipsy, and I started holding hands with another friend of mine, just messing around. Gabe comes over and asks if we can go on a walk, and he asked me about it. I told him he was being dumb, that all I wanted was for us to be official. Then this dialogue happened:
Gabe: “Well, will you?”
Me: “Will I what?”
Gabe: “You know.”
Me: “No, I don’t know.” By this time I have a giant grin on my face.
Gabe: “Do I need to spell it out for you?”
Me: “Yeah, why don’t you do that?”
Gabe: “J-E-S-T-A W-I-L-L Y-O-U G-“
Me: “You’re dumb. Will you be my boyfriend?”
Then he said yes and he picked me up and spun me around and kissed me. And we walked back to the party and it was wonderful and we were dating and kissing and everything was perfect. That was February 26th. We’re still going strong, and I can honestly say that I love him. I know I’m young, and I know some people may say I’m stupid for saying these things, but he is the best person that I know. He’s genuine, he’s smart, he’s nice, he loves cars, he’s incredibly attractive, and he CARES about me. I don’t deserve him, and I don’t know why he gave me another chance, but I am so lucky that he did. We can be doing nothing except laying on the couch watching tv wearing sweats, and I’ll be the happiest girl in the world. He’s perfect for me in every single way. and I can’t wait to see where we go.