It was my first day of 7th grade. It started out just like any other first day of school usually did – I changed my outfit 5 times, rushed my way through breakfast, and barely ran out the door in time to catch the bus. Everything about the day was pretty standard, until my 4th period study hall, when I noticed a boy I hadn’t seen in school before. Just as I became curious about this mystery boy, suddenly, he moved desks and was sitting right in front of me. Moments later, he turned around and put a piece of paper on my desk, and said, “This is going to be me and you someday.” I was speechless as I looked down at his drawing.
I soon learned that Aaron played for our middle school’s football team – but at the time I had no idea I would one day become his #1 fan. Just like in his drawing.
From that day on, Aaron was always waiting for me at my locker to walk me to class. It wasn’t long before we became inseparable. Aaron made it very clear from the first day we met that he wanted us to be more than friends – but I always turned down the idea. I didn’t want to risk losing him as my best friend. That didn’t stop Aaron, though. He continued to write me love notes and would stay up late talking to me on the phone when I couldn’t sleep. He even surprised me once at the movie theatre with roses and chocolate.
He was persistent and never gave up on the idea of us.
It wasn’t until years later, when we were sophomores in high school, that I had a defining moment that changed everything for me. It was the night before the pep rally, and my friends and I were making t-shirts. We decided to each put our favorite football player’s last name and number on the back of our t-shirts. I noticed that every single one of us put “JONES 57” – Aaron’s stats. It was then I realized I wanted to be the only one with his name on my shirt who could call him mine. I wanted to be his #1 cheerleader. That was the moment I decided I couldn’t live without him, and that I needed to tell him how I felt.
The next day, he somehow caught wind of my changed feelings. At the pep rally, he put his arms around my waist. I knew people would be looking at us, but I didn’t care – I was too busy smiling. I had shivers running down my arms. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Aaron’s face, and he had the world’s biggest smile plastered across it. I couldn’t help but think that it felt so right.
After the pep rally he asked me to go for a walk in the hallway, and I knew something big was about to happen. I had butterflies in my stomach and a million thoughts were racing through my head. When we were finally alone, he said, “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked me so naturally, it was as if he had been practicing the question for years – as I’m sure he had.
Before I could even finish saying the word “yes” he picked me up, wrapped me in his arms, and gave me the sweetest kiss – the first kiss of the thousands that we would share. “I’ve been waiting three years to do that,” he said. We held hands as we walked back to the main lobby where all our friends were. When they noticed our hands linked together, they looked at us in shock and confusion. Without thought, Aaron grabbed me and kissed me again, and everyone started cheering. It was like everyone had been anticipating this moment for years, and then it finally happened. I was so happy in that instant. It’s a memory I will cherish forever.
That was 7 years ago. Aaron and I have now been together for 7 blissful, exciting, and memorable years. He is still my best friend and the man of my dreams. And I’m still his biggest cheerleader.
There’s such a stigma about relationships that start young. Many people just assume they aren’t serious and won’t last. But Aaron and I hope our story proves that it IS possible to meet your soulmate at a young age, and it IS possible to make that relationship last. We feel that meeting when we were young made us stronger than if we would have met later in life – we’ve already been through so much together, and our shared history has brought us closer. Our love story started when we were just a couple of kids and will continue on until we are old, wrinkly, and gray.
We consider ourselves the lucky ones.