Personal Narrative: Knowing This Time

It was about 3 months into our romantic relationship when there was a rumor that had spread throughout our friends. So at the time, I was planning to join the Marines and in order to do that I needed to study for the ASVAB, Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery and had to do some physical training. Since one of my best friends, Matthew, was going to boot camp in summer 2017 I thought why not just ask for some help, study together and train together. My friends started noticing that I and Matthew were hanging out a lot, and because of that many people started

Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.

On October 13th, 2013 I met the man of my dreams his name is Justin Fever, and he forever changed my life. I knew him in high school, he was the quiet guy and I was the popular gal. We actually went to the same college, and he sent me “DMs” and always Tweeted Me. His messages stated, ….. In college we didn’t have any classes, but he asked me out for dinner, and I said yeah, sure. We met for dinner at Sparrows Tavern in New York, highly expensive, but scrumptious. He made a joke about us two having a thing for each other. I panicked, and said “no” casually, because history has taught me that only bad things happen from there. As I slowly walked to my car on the way home, I relived every moment of this magical evening. He could be my soul mate, I thought.

In Perry County at Linden Middle School on December 9th I met a guy named Dylan Western. Dylan is short and fluffy, has blond hair and has 3 sisters. At that time I was with a guy named Lance Lair. He is short, has brown hair, and is an only child. Lance figured out that Dylan liked me and threw a hissy fit about it. That day I broke up with Lance because I was tired of his crap. That day Trevon came up to me and told me that Dylan liked me. After lunch that day Dylan came up to me and asked me, “Will you be my girl?” I was star struck that he asked me and I said yes.

October 8, 2015, was the first band concert of the year. I always enjoy band concerts. A group including Justin Hansen, who was dating Tori at the time, Brette Bryant, Tori and me all decided to go to Cook-Out really quickly. As we pulled in Tori pointed to Henry’s car and explained how it broke down earlier and how he was upset. I thought it would be nice if we left him an encouraging note on the windshield of the car, so he would see when we went to retrieve the car later that night. They all agreed that was a good idea, so we all wrote personalized notes on a sheet of notebook paper and left it. That night after the concert, Henry sent me a text thanking me for the note. He told me how he really needed the encouragement. At that moment, I figured it would be a great time to tell Henry I liked him. I wasn 't completely sure that I liked him, but I knew I enjoyed him slightly more than just a friend. Much to my surprise, he told me he felt the same way about me. He was actually jealous when he saw how much I liked Wallace, and wished it was him. That made me feel great, because I never knew the boy in my Latin 2 class, felt the same way. As a result, we had a mutual agreement that we would attempt a relationship. I never truly saw a future for us the way he saw and by the third week, I cut off whatever we were. I tried to explain to him how I felt,

I chose to break the norm of either smiling at strangers or giving them a neutral look when you make eye contact. I decided to give every stranger I passed a confused look like they had just spoken to me in another language. I must admit, this made me feel a bit goofy. I was on the fence as to whether or not to do this in the first place but I decided I just had to. The responses I received were quite comical. A few people asked if I was alright, and one person even asked if I had a problem with them.

It was my first time going geese hunting with a shotgun. I was really nervous to going because my uncle and my grandpa are really good at it. They go every weekend and more than half of the time they get their lemont. Also I was very excited to go just growing up going and always watching them going hunting with guns and i always watched. I was getting tired of it. I thought it was time for me to have a gun and on more messing around as much

We hadn’t talked in a few months. Before that, we were the best of friends. We hung out all the time, we told each other every detail in each other’s lives. Everything was discussed, from dates to homework to sports to drama.At one point he was even the person I asked for fashion advice, just because it was fun. I wasn’t so sure if he would ever want to speak to me again, after what we had impressions we had parted with. We didn’t exactly leave on perfect terms. At the end of the former school year, My family flew into chaos.

Have you tried and failed to get together with a girl or guy? Well this roller-coaster of a story will surely get you to empathize or sympathize with me, or maybe if it is that big of a failure to you, both.

One dark, gloomy morning, in the fall of 2016, I faced a situation that I had always feared. Since we lived in Newhope, Arkansas, I thought nothing inadequate could ever happen there. In this particular occurrence, I was completely terrified out of my wits.

So much can change within a few hours, we were just exchanging wishes of being with one another. Within that time something changed, I didn’t know if being with him was the right thing. In the moment I didn’t realize that I had been making a mistake.. I couldn’t take back what I had said and his mind was set. It was over, just like that. I immediately regret my idiotic decision, I’d lost the one person I could confide in. He gave me advice, helped me up when I was down, I loved him, he was my best friend. I had known him since the seventh grade and we were freshman in high school then. I felt like I knew him inside and out while he knew me the same way. I lost

Tyler and I met on November 22, 2014. Like most modern day meetings, we met online, Instagram to be more specific. The first thing he ever told me was, “You are really attractive and have a beautiful smile.” Immediately, I started blushing. I’ve been called cute and adorable but never attractive. I quickly responded by thanking him for his kind words and, to my surprise, he continued the conversation. Over the next few weeks, we got to know each other. We couldn’t go five

Starting with a bit of background information, I found my Cheese Station C, also known as Jeremiah, during my sophomore year of high school. He was smart, athletic, kind, and handsome. I got comfortable with him and we had a great relationship for well over two years. He was my Cheese Station C because I felt comfortable hanging up my running shoes and being happy where I was. I didn’t have to go out in the maze to look for new relationships because I had everything right where I wanted it. Fast forward over two years, and that is when my cheese was moved. Jeremiah decided that going to separate colleges in the fall would be too hard

I didn’t date anyone for a little while, didn’t even have the thought of it, but around the last week of school this boy had text me out the blue. His name was Malaki and he

One night after I had a bad breakup with a guy I was upset so the next day I went out to lunch with a friend Justin. During lunch Justin ended up calling Chris to come hangout with us, I remember Chris walking into the building and I had food in my mouth while I was trying to say Hi to him. Chris ended up talking me into going to a concert with him and Justin that night, so I could get my mind off things. I don’t remember the concert because I was drunk, but I remember Chris taking care of me the whole night. Listening to me ramble and listening to me cry, I was one big mess. I even ended up grabbing his face and kissing him while he was in the middle of talking