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| My Cinderella Moment |
| by Sara |
| When I was in college, I had a particularly hard time adjusting. I tend to be a little shy at first and at that point, wasn't used to making friends completely on my own. Early that first semester, I was headed over to the intramural basketball games to watch my sorority play. I had gone to the games with a girl I went to church camp with growing up. On the way back to the dorms, she ran into a friend and offered him a ride. A few weeks later, I ran into the guy again and it turned out that we had the same major and most of the same classes. So, we became study partners. We were both there at a private university to escape something else, or at least start over. Through our study sessions, we became wonderful friends; however, I always had an ulterior motive. I knew that I had begun to like him when I would spend hours getting ready to meet up at the library to study. Nobody needs to be that fixed up just to review for a test. For the entire year, our friendship blossomed and we became close friends. Every time we would get together to study, we would end up talking about life instead. This whole time, I had wanted more than friendship, but would never say a thing about it. The "study sessions" soon turned into "I'm bored, let's go do something else." We would take walks, look at stars and just discuss life. This went on from September to April. I was dying inside. I knew that if I didn't tell him my true feelings, I would probably miss out on one of the most wonderful experiences I’d ever have. For weeks, I tried to work up the courage to tell him that I had feelings for him. I always chickened out. It wasn't that I was afraid he wouldn't like me back. I was afraid I would ruin our incredible friendship. One night in late April, about 2 weeks before the semester ended, we decided to study for finals. Studying lasted about 5 minutes and then, we took a walk. We ended up at the same track that I used to run at during the night when I was frustrated. It was a perfectly clear spring night with millions of stars. Out in the middle of the track, there was a pole vaulting mat. We decided to lay there and watch the stars. It was still a little chilly out and we would scoot together as politely as possible to stay warm. There we were lying side by side, the closest we had ever been. We were talking about life and our dreams and how beautiful the stars were. He made a joke and when I started laughing, I turned my head to look at him. Before I even got him in my eye line, he cupped my face in his hand and gave me the sweetest kiss I had ever known. Nothing could have made it more perfect. Our lips fit together in such a way it was like they were meant to be together. When the incredible moment passed, we suddenly realized that we had kissed. We decided it was cold and we should get back to the dorms. We didn't talk about the kiss, but were both obviously awkward. When we got back to the dorms, I didn't know if I should kiss him goodnight or just go inside. I didn't know if I would get another chance, so before I went inside, I leaned over and kissed him again. I wanted him to know that I was okay with it. It was awkward for a few days because we both felt like we had ruined something. But, school was days from being over and we would be in different states all summer. Finally, we talked about it, and come to find out we had both been secretly longing for each other the whole time, but with only a few days left, we decided to go home for the summer and if we still felt the same when we returned the next fall, we would pick up where we left off. The next fall, we had no classes together and never saw each other. I think we were both afraid to make the first move. In fact, we had no contact whatsoever. This broke my heart. More than anything, I just missed his friendship. Near Christmas, our college was putting on some kind of show. They had chosen a few singers to lead the show and he was one of them. I already knew I had a love for him, but then, as I sat in the audience listening to him sing, I melted. I couldn't pretend anymore that I wasn't in love with him. I began praying about it and asking friends for advice. I even had a friend that we would pray about it together. Then, one day out of the blue, I had a message from him asking if we could go out for coffee. It was an answer to my prayer. From there, we began to be friends again, but the mention of a relationship never came up. Again, we spent the semester secretly loving each other. Finally, the end of our second year of college, I found out that I would not be returning to school the next fall. It was far too expensive and I would have to transfer. The night before I left, I gave him a letter that must have been 10 pages long. I confessed every feeling I had and that I believed in my heart that we were meant to be together. I had given him the letter the night we hung out to say goodbye. I gave it to him as I got out of the car. Not twenty minutes after I was in my dorm room, he called me crying telling me that he loved me too and that my letter said all of the things he wished he would have said first. We both ran from the dorms, meeting in the middle and embraced each other with yet another perfect kiss. It was a wonderful thing we had. From that moment on, we dated for the next year, but our lives were moving in different directions. I am married now to a wonderful man...but I have to say my college sweetheart gave me the sweetest kiss of my dating life. Even today, we are wonderful friends. |
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