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Last year, at the beginning of our sophomore year...I was excited. I wanted to find a boy. Even if he didn't like me back, I wanted to find a boy to have a crush on. I didn't find anybody, now did I? As the year progressed, you started talking to me more and more. Great. I found a new friend. You asked for my number. I thought nothing of it, and I gave it to you.

That's when it started. We would text each other a lot. I'm not going to lie...you were fun to text. It wasn't necessarily because I LIKED you...that I texted you. You were fun to talk to. I remembering texting you on a cool night. It was cold and snowy. And it was already announced that the next day was going to be a snow day.

You saved my life that day. Not literally. But one of my best friends said that she couldn't be my friend anymore. I was crying really hard. But I didn't tell you that. Because you probably wouldn't have cared anyways. You showed me a fun time on that snow day. We went sledding. I was so cold. Haha, it was really fun. But then I had some other friends show up. And we kinda ditched you. (Sorry for that.)

I looked back and you were walking home. I felt bad...but not TOO bad. Because I spent a good hour with you. I remember how we kept talking after that. But not as much. Like this year, we had French together. We talked in that class too. But I felt that things kept getting more and more awkward. So we talked less and less.

In February, you asked me to be your valentine. After thinking about it, I said sure. I had a friend of mine tell me that you asked as more than friends. So I asked you and you said that you only liked me as a friend. So, I let it go.

A week or two after that, I decided that I really didn't want anything to do with you. So I ignored you for a solid two months. At first, you tried talking to me. But figured out I wasn't going to talk to you. I didn't know what you were thinking. And to be frank, I didn't know what I was thinking either.

In May, I started talking to you.

In June, after you got back from football camp...we went to a movie with our two friends. They sat next to each other and we sat next to each other. Throughout the whole movie our shoulders were pretty much touching. Something about that felt good. It felt right to be sitting there like that. And I guess you didn't mind because you didn't move. Did you feel the same way I did? Well. I don't know. Sometimes I still don't know...to this day.

The summer was progressing. We were talking again. It was like it was earlier in the year though. Smiley faces were appearing more in your texts...and mine as well. We were flirting with each other. And I don't regret it.

Band camp was rolling around in August. And I told you that you WERE GOING to have lunch with me at least one day. Band camp was two weeks long. The first week passed...and I never had lunch with you. The second week came. The first two days...I reminded you about it. And on Wednesday you came! We had lunch under a tree. Your mom was dropping you off at our school. And I was walking up the hill. I had an orange popsicle in my mouth. I remember you telling me that your mom thought I was smoking. Those who know me...feel free and fall off your chair laughing. ME? Smoke? Ha! Never.

You made me laugh a lot that day.

Soon enough, you asked me to be your homecoming date. I said yes.

At homecoming, you kissed me.

Today, you are my boyfriend. You are my first kiss. You are the one I look for first in the morning. You are the reason I love the football games. And when I have a smile on my face...you're usually the reason for it.

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Love,
Kristen.