My Double Dare

So, let's fast forward time, let's say a month are to, I really start liking this boy and I had already told my close friends and everything was good. But one day comes around and I decided to write about {I'm dumb} so before I tell you what I wrote you have to know that my girlfriends hunted down his information- not me, I promise you; they told it I didn’t go around highlighting everything about him. So basically, I wrote in a composition book where he lived, when's is birthday, and etc. And I was just burst out laughing {I was in my most lining teachers class so they didn't really care because he knew I was always laughing over "nothing", but my girl Asia decided to show him {I asked her why she did that and she said that she asked me but I just keep on laughing – okay}. Sothen I walk into the hallway and all of his guy friends are saying a bunch of words and at the time it seemed like they were saying things in a different language and I was like boys calm your little crazy self-down what the heck is it. and all I hear is, "you like Bronson"{completely in denial} and after that it's kind of was a turn off from him.

This routine happened every day for 4 more years. We started dating when I was 20. We both went to college. He went to Stanford University, and I attended Harvard Law School. 3,124 miles didn’t keep us apart. We facetimed everyday, and texted all night. I was now twenty-two, and had a job at the local flower shop.

"Fine, as stupid as I am I did it. I was at my sister's birthday party, Peter somehow snuck away. I was stuck at the stupid birthday party, and my sister wanted to play truth or dare. So, she begged me to play, I did. Then some dumbass girl dared me to break up with Angelina-"

While I was sitting in that hospital bed, it made me think about a lot of things. From how lucky I was, to how bad I felt about wrecking into those kids. I was taken back to do some testing, to see if anything was internally wrong with me. Awaiting my results, as I was sitting in that hospital bed, there was a knock on the door. A man, standing 5’9” tall and wearing BDU pants. He worked at Mayes County Jail, his name is Dereck Davis and he is my boyfriend. The moment he walked through that hospital room door, my eyes lit up and I realized that as cliche as it sounds, he was the one for me. He is my soulmate. He’s the person I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with; He’s my other half. After he left the hospital, knowing that I was okay, my mother told me that he’s never seen me look at anyone or anything like I looked at him when he walked through the door. Almost 4 years later, we are still just as in love as we were on December 10,

I met Josh on my first day of high school. I walked into my Intro to Graphic Design class and noticed a boy smiling at a nearby table. I thought he looked cute, so I sat with him. I don’t remember much more of that day, but I do remember him leaving an impression on me. Josh and I stayed friends for about a year and, even though we didn’t date, he seemed different from the other guys I had known. Josh had always been a great friend to those around him and never got caught up in the drama around him. We finally started the following summer and the rest was history!

Although sixth grade year we remained friends, when seventh grade started, we became boyfriend and girlfriend. I was probably the happiest person ever all because of the relationship. In January he got surgery done for his ACL and I went with him. Literally spent the whole day with his family while waiting for the procedure to be done with. He was lucky because he got to miss almost a month of school, but I always went to his house after school to check on him. I was always by his side no matter what.

To this day i tell my friends, i knew immediately after making eye contact with this unknown man, i was meant to spend the rest of my life with him. Surprisingly ,he felt the same way about me. We went to have a torrential romance of over four years. I was still struggling, trying to figured out my identity, this made me an unstable partner. The relationship ended when He called me to tell me he has gotten married, and he was going to be a father. While i was listening to his voice telling me the news, my heart stopped for a minute and memories of us, wandering around the black hills of south dakota flashed in front of me, followed by the image of us counting the stars while we told each other our deepest secrets. I also saw my dreams and hopes grumbling in slow motion as he spoke. I am not sure what happened next. I remember waking up the next morning thinking I could never find love again. As the months went by the pain was less palpable, my mind became clear, so did the memories. I remember when we went skiing; and he needed to cry out my name but he didn’t. I remember every time we said goodbye at the airport, he never said my name. I was not able to recall a single time when he called out my

In the fourth grade, I developed a crush on this guy whom I shall call N. It was an intense, but immature kind of love most often described as “puppy love” to many people. Being a shy, slightly overweight, and comically awkward fourth grader, I formed my first crush on a boy who would talk to me everyday and made me feel “special”. Of course, when fourth grade ended, the crush ended with the year and life continued on. The Earth was still spinning and I didn’t shed any tears. The following year, I found out N moved to a different elementary school and I thought nothing of it. I didn’t expect to see him again.

One year ago today I fell in love with the most caring, understanding, amazing man on earth. Whom I am happy to call you. I fell in love with you in a gas station parking lot (so romantic), when you kissed me after puking. I felt something I never felt before and I held back so many tears of happiness. In that moment I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. When I am in your arms at night I know I am where I am supposed to be, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I am so excited for our future together, and the many things we have ahead of us its all a surprise, and there’s not another person I would want to be on this ride with than you. I never knew I could be so in love with someone and every day I fall more in love with you.

I remember the first time I saw him. No it wasn’t love at first sight, and no my heart didn’t skip a beat. I felt none of those cliché feelings that fairytales make us believe we are supposed to feel when we see our Prince. Over time as I got to know him, he became so much more to me then a friend. He became my shoulder to lean on in times of stress. He became my best friend and my biggest supporter. Zirren my boyfriend is the special person in my heart.

When we started dating, I still remember our wildest adventure, at the pool party held by our friend H2O, and we were swimming. I was shrouded by the illuminating colours when you jumped up and down, splashing the water all around us. It was like being on fire, when the feeling of being scattered around, with all the negative dipoles from our friends. Electricity sizzled through me and still does today when I remember you, the beautiful ion glistening around in the water.

Chris said that if I ask Shannon he will ask Shannon’s best friend Mary. So, after school we took off our glasses and untucked our shirts and just asked them to the dance. They both looked at each other and the look almost seemed as they couldn't believe we were talking to them. They went to the bathroom to discuss. As they come back out laughing, I knew that this was the biggest mistake I have ever made more than when I tye dyed my shirt with black and red. They both said

As a junior in high school I never really thought about relationships or “soulmates”. I felt weird too, I mean there were guys that were cute, but I had never met one that I had really wanted to be with. The summer of my junior year was when that changed. I had recently started being apart of a production at my local museum and was keeping myself busy through the dreadful days of summer. The director’s daughter was helping out, she was two grades ahead of me and she had just graduated. I had admired her she was in the chorus,band, and drama departments and man was she good. As we were practicing one of the more iconic songs of the musical, we sat down and started talking. We became fast friends, and it broke my heart that I wouldn’t be able to continue our friendship in high school this upcoming year. While we were talking she had mentioned to me that her best friend had recently broke up with his girlfriend. He was always the shy kind that was well-liked, but never totally made his appearance known. I knew him, but not very well it was almost as if he slipped my mind even though we both were into the same things. I had met him during my choir program’s choir trips, we talked some but mostly sent funny snapchats of each other back and forth. After that him and I didn’t talk very much. Once I got home that night I decided to reach out to him again. We clicked in an instant. I was kind of bummed once I found out that he would be gone for the majority of the summer in Europe on

So, I started dating a boy from my school who was the same age I was, and I thought I loved him so much. This was my first relationship with a boy; I could not sleep, eat or study. I thought about him every moment. We were dating for a month, but he left me for my friend. I cried for hours that night, because I did not expect him to do such a thing, but I did not tell anyone how I felt: neither my mother nor my friends.

“Alright, good,” he shot me a dashing smile as he continued, “I wouldn’t want to have such a gorgeous girl upset with me.” He was extremely charming and the awkwardness of the accident died out fast. We discussed our lives and by the end of the night he had collected my number. For months that followed, we spent countless hours talking on the phone and spending time together; we were eventually inseparable. Without speaking a word of it, I fell in love with him and it was clear the feeling was mutual. The silence between us spoke volumes; we just understood. Our connection and our love was something that never needed to be talked about because, like the oxygen surrounding us, we just knew it was there. He knew everything about me and I thought I knew everything about him. That is, until he confessed his feelings toward another woman.