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| A Dream Come True |
| by Cindy Quintanilla |
When I was in 8th grade, I fell in love with a guy that was shorter than me. I thought of him day and night and often wondered if he thought of me too. At first we couldn't stand each other, we could call each other names. I'd call him 'Shrimp' and he'd call me 'Giant' (so would his friends). I would always snap at him, "Shut up or I'll step on you." or "How's the weather down there?" It was weird, but slowly I started developing feelings for him. At first I didn't want to accept it but soon I couldn't help it any longer. I would drop hints where ever possible. He found out and in time started liking me too. When we were officially boyfriend and girlfriend, he would walk me home from school, but then the rumors came. My love's friends would tell me he didn't really like me, that he just wanted to experiment with a bunch of girls. I was upset and shunned him for awhile. After a couple of days, everything returned to its normal state. I loved him a whole lot but I ended breaking up with him because of his attitude. He would never demonstrate that he loved me. He never even told me! And his kisses were so not real. He always gave me a peck in the cheek, and whenever I would ask about his day or his age, phone number, or anything like that, he would say, "What do you wanna know for?" That got me mad! What do I want to know for? I was his girlfriend, that's why I wanted to know. After all, it was just his age and stuff like that. He was not really romantic. A year later, I got with another guy that was 4 years older than me and more shaped like a man. We were together and would hold hands even in front of my ex, but I would feel crushed inside because deep down I still liked him (he was my first boyfriend). I broke up with the other guy (named David).
Often I would dream of my true love and I kissing under the dark sky or things like that (since I was never kissed before). We were all on vacation and would enter school in about 2 weeks. When school started, I saw him more frequently and started talking to him normally so he would treat me like a friend. Once I managed that, I would be ready for the striking. One day after school, he was at the park with all his friends, I told him I really needed to talk to him, so then we walked over to his car (which had dark windows, unable to be penetrated with the human eye) and as we sat next to each other I told him that I still liked him. He didn't say anything but we just hugged. As we slowly drew away from each other our eyes made contact and I drew closer to his lips and so did he. When our lips met, we softly kissed each other and then we kissed a little more passionately until we burst with tremendous passion. I hadn't been kissed before and now I had, just like my dream. It was all a dream come true. |
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