Love, is like the most beautiful word of all the words I know (And I know a LOT, especially for my age.) and that's how I'm feeling currently.
However, it's been like that for 5 years, it just so happens that my lore for the most amazing boy I have ever met in my whole entire life. It may seem bizarre due to the fact I am dating somebody else but we need a break I'm in the need of space. And this boy has meant a lot to me for a very long time.
Alek Todd Browning. I'm surprised how much I know about him-but it still isn't enough. We go way back, basically since 2nd grade. He was in 4th, but he skipped a grade. I didn't know him, but one day I saw him in the lunch line, and that started everything. I thought to myself, "Oh he's cute!" And then I thought again, and I'm like, "Nah."
Well, two years later, he went to the next school I went to. I remembered him, but didn't want to. He was a punk, and is now, and probably always will be. I didn't like his edge, and I thought he was a bad influence, but over time I wasn't as intimidated and we became close friends.
Then, one day (And I remember this vividly.) he walked up to me, and this was in April. The sun was shining in my eyes, and he was barely tall enough to cover the glare of the sun. "Maddie, I know you like me," He said, pointing at me. I blush, and look away. "No," "I know you do," He urges. I admit it at last, and ask him a little later if he liked me, and he said he did, a little. I felt so hopeful.
In the years that followed, we grew distant. I was always this weird kid growing up, and finally am becoming this normal teenager as the months go by. He had new friends, didn't want a 5th grader in his 7th grade group (We went to a private school at this time.) and I would wait by his locker after school, and try to talk to him, I didn't know any better. He didn't do anything until finally the last month of school. I was in a play, thinking he would be there but wasn't. Finally, during the intermission, I saw him, and freaked out. I caused ruckus backstage, and was scolded deeply. His friends said "Enough!" and I had a restraining order against him.
I was torn, not knowing what this was exactly. He was going to move to a suburb outside of town and I thought I'd never see him again.
I dwelled on it all summer, and he did come back the next year. I was mad that he didn't tell me anything, so for a week I didn't talk to him. As hard as it was, I tried not to look at him, and not to talk to him. Finally, I brought myself to forgive him, and yet he seemed even more distant than before. I was upset, sad, and confused. I again was a black sheep like I had been years before. I often spent time by myself during recess, depressed, angry, lonesome, heartbroken, and hurt.
I was offered to have the opportunity to possibly live with my dad, after 7 years of waiting, we just needed to have mediation. I was confident that I would live with him-my father is a criminal defense lawyer, and is very good at it, but even defending in general is his forte, and I thought my mom didn't have a chance. I fought with her frequently anyway, and even if I would leave my darling Alek behind, it was the best for me and I knew it. We were not anything anymore as it was.
I went to mediation, and after waiting for 6 greuling hours, only for forty five minutes I actually talked to the mediator, my father came out of the meeting room of the hotel that we were at, and he led me back in with him. By seeing my mother frowning and saying she wasn't to cry but when she says that she does it anyway, I could tell already what was happening. I grinned form ear to ear even before my father told me I was going to move with him during Christmas and I only had 3 weeks to wait.
I tried saying goodbye to Alek the day before winter break, but he merely ignored me. I was going to enter a new chapter in my life, ending this one not quite the way I wanted to.
Two months later I came back to see my mother, my sister and him, I hoped. I was successful, and even over 2 months I gained some maturity and the pride I deserved. It was so good seeing him and old friends again. I could sense that they could tell I was already changing. It went on like that for years to come, but I never saw Alek in person after that day. The last thing I saw of him was his hand as he waved goodbye and slipped through the door to his classroom.
I found his mother's phone number a year later through a friend. So, of course, I called her, getting through to Alek. We talked for an hour and a half until his mom called him for something. We called each other a few times more until Alycia's phone got disconnected. And again I was weaned from his connection, but my love was still flowing for him.
A year and a half later, I got Facebook and only found him two months later. I found optimism in my life for what reason I didn't know-maybe just putting things in a new perspective. One late August night I was home alone, and remembered he had a YouTube account and so I looked it up, which led to a new account, one of his videos had a preview image of what I knew was obviously him: Long, strawberry-blonde hair, dark boot-cut jeans, and his acoustic guitar. I listened, and I forgot altogether what a wonderful voice he had, so raspy, so relaxed, so, GOD, admirable. I knew I had to find him on Facebook the following day, and I did, wondering why I didn't think about finding him before.
We caught up, finding over time we had more in common than even 18 months ago. I fell in love with him at an even bigger scale than before. I knew we must see each other once I visited my mom again, in October. He agreed and so a date was set. We both made it to where we planned to meet, but for some reason never saw each other. We tried to set another plan, but he remembered his father's birthday was that day, so I had to wait until another month, until Thanksgiving break. I told him I was in town, and we were seeing each other that Saturday...
And I was in the store we were meeting at before, and although he was 20 minutes late, he came. Now, my sister and him never liked each other, my sister was too "immature" and Alek was a "jerk". But she was there with her best friend and another friend of ours. We went to the Apple Store that my mother works at and while Macy, Chloe and Charlie were getting my mom, Alek and I were talking while he was on Facebook and then my mother came up with the other guys and Macy started back-talking him. I turned over to him, my mouth and eyes wide. I mouthed to him "I am so sorry!" And he just curled up his lip and shook his head. He didn't care, really. He just went with it, and after some discussing about being back there in 2 1/2 hours, we went up to the food court in the mall.
They went to Panda Express and we got our own table away from them where they couldn't see us. For half an hour we talked about everything, how was life, whatnot...