Thinking back to when I was 16 years old I was getting
ready to go to a party with my friend Krista and her boyfriend Billy. The party was at Billy’s friend’s house, Darren. They were in a band together.
Anyhow, we got to the house and it was mainly going to
be the guys in the band and maybe a few other people. Well, we get our drinks and go down to the basement and that’s when I saw HIM!! The guy I was
going to marry!! I instantly fell in love, or something and grabbed my friend Krista’s hand and drug her upstairs in the kitchen and screamed “WHO IS
THAT BEAUTIFUL DARK HAIRED GUY”?!! She laughed and called her for Billy to come upstairs. Again I loudly said to Billy “who is that dark haired guy
and is he single”? He laughed and said “you mean Ken”? I said “um, ok, if that’s his name, that’s who I mean”! He shared with me that he didn’t think
Ken was going to be interested because he was more into sports. I begged Billy to talk to him for me. I was so in love that I was sick to my stomach!
He said he’d talk to him at school on Monday. We all went back downstairs and I couldn’t do anything but stare at Ken.
Monday came and went and I was dying to know if Billy
had talked to Ken. Long story short, he did and said that Ken was interested. I thought I died and went to heaven! We decided to go on a double date
Friday night. I was so nervous that again, I was sick to my stomach. Ken was a rather quiet guy. We went out to dinner and went back to Billy’s
house. Krista and Billy went into another room and left me and Ken alone. We talked for a while and all I could do was constantly think “oh my God
this guy is gorgeous”. He had beautiful thick black hair and big brown eyes and the sweetest smile. I couldn’t believe that he wanted to be with me.
Then it happened. He kissed me! All I could feel was my heart beating hard and wanting to cry because I was so happy! It was fantastic! I never wanted
it to end.
He drove me home and kissed me goodnight and all I
kept saying was, “are you going to call me” over and over which I’m sure made me look desperate but I was “in love” or so I thought.
The next morning I got up and got myself a bowl of
cereal. I ended up putting the milk in the cabinet, the cereal box in the refrigerator and after eating, putting my dirty bowl back in the cabinet
where the dishes are and the spoon on top of it. My Mother looked at me and said, “are you ok”? I said “yes, why”? She told me everything I had done
and I started to cry and she said “are you in love”? I cried even harder and “YES and I can’t do anything right”!! “I can’t focus or concentrate on
whatever I am working on”!
After a few more dates with Ken I could sense
something wasn’t right. I asked him in the car if he was ok. He was very quiet. I asked him if he felt like he didn’t want to date me anymore. He just
kept saying he didn’t know to anything I asked him. I finally asked him “why did you go out with me?” He replied “because you wanted me to”. My heart
dropped and I did all I could to fight back the tears. I told him to take me home and he did and I before I got out of the car I said “can I have one
more kiss” and he said “I wasn’t going to let you leave without one”. We kissed a very long kiss and all I could do was fight back the tears until I
got out of the car.
For an entire year I cried everyday and tried to play
“let’s make a deal” with God that if He gave me Ken back, I would do this, or that. It never happened and I never got over it. I saw Ken at different
times at different clubs and I always felt the way I did the first time I saw him.
There’s more to the story but I wanted to know what
you all thought.
