5 Months 21 Days

Last week was definitely a rough week for Lovely Boy and I. Every day was a constant arguement. Our daily fights culminated into one giant fight on Friday night. Friday night, I honestly saw the end of our relationship. Luckily, I managed to get off the phone and sleep my anger off. The next day was a little tension-filled, but better. Now, at school, our relationship is back to the way it was. It's like we've fallen in love again.

Now, the exciting news. When I was in sixth grade I was in a county chorus. At this big chorus festival I met a boy, a sixth grade boy. This boy and I became close over the course of two days and we passed many many love notes. I got his number and I managed to work up enough courage to call him twice. After the second call, we never talked again. For three years after sixth grade, I wished the choir boy "good night" every single night, without missing a beat. Every year after that I found myself checking every single county chorus program I received, searching for his name. I never found it...until last weekend. As soon as I saw his name, I searched him on facebook, an idea I stupidly had never thought of doing. I found him in no time at all. Once I saw his picture I knew it was him, I also knew that I had seen him that weekend, without even realizing it was him or saying hello. I am SO upset about it! I am very happy to say that my sixth grade soul mate and I are now catching up on life since sixth grade over facebook. No lie, I cried when I found him. To think that I have found my sixth grade love after years of not talking, is really amazing to me.

Gotta love life...and facebook.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

5 months 17 days.

I have a theory. My theory is that relationships directly relate to the physics theories of waves. Basically, relationships go from good to bad over the course of a cycle. For example, about every other month, Lovely Boy and I have a perfect month. On the off months, our relationship is either dull or filled with fighting. In smaller time spans, over the course of one cycle, or periods, relationships have on and off weeks that work very much the same way as cycles. I'm not one for physics or math in school, but in my head it all makes sense!

Lately, the talk around school has been about prom. Who is going to ask who, who is obligated to go with whom, and how he is asking her or she is asking him. A good friend just texted me his idea to ask one of my other good friends to prom. His idea is to go to the girl's house, write something along the lines of "will you go to prom with me" on notecards and scatter them around her backyard. The last card will have the location of a rose and a card, officially asking her to prom. A little corny, yes, but AHdorable nonetheless. I can't help but be a little jealous. I had to ask Lovely Boy to prom, myself.

UGH, oh to horrible jealousy:(
Love,
Miss Elizabeth

5 Months 4 Days.

Our fights, although often, never last for long. Is it good to have many little fights or to have a few big fights? I'm not too sure. I kind of like a little drama. Whenever Lovely Boy and I fight, our makeups bring us closer together. Re-reading my last post was funny. If you couldn't tell, I was a tad distressed. Everything is better now. I did some heavy duty thinking on the subject. My decision is that I love Lovely Boy just the way he is, faults and all.

One of his faults includes his stand-offish attitude when around my friends. My friends, especially my guy friends, have never been fond of Lovely Boy. They gave me so much crap when we first started dating, that I almost was discouraged. Somehow, I have persuaded them that Lovely Boy is going to be around for awhile. Last night, I invited Lovely Boy to accompany me to a friend's party. Lovely Boy accepted my invitation, despite many moans and groans. The first hour and a half that we were there was torturous. I tried everything I could to make Lovely Boy be sociable and talkative, to no avail. Two hours into the party, after everyone was too wasty and high to even realize they had, two hours before, highly disliked Lovely Boy, they started to warm up to him. Everyone loosened up, including the sober Lovely Boy and I, and we started having a good time...a little too good of a time. I came home last night with love bites covering both sides of my neck. My short hair did nothing to cover them. Needless to say, my mum and dad were none to happy. I must now face my consequences.

I will be wearing turtlenecks and scarves the rest of the week.
Let this be a lesson to you!

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

5 Months 1 Day

Oh, how time flies when one is having fun. I cannot believe how fast these five months have flown by. I also cannot believe how much my relationship with Lovely Boy has progressed...or not.

After having a lovely lovely lovely day yesterday, celebrating our five month anniversary, Lovely Boy and I just got mixed up in one of the ugliest fights our young relationship has yet to come by. Our fight over a mix of a (7%) math average and attendance at a party this upcoming weekend, was a tad over dramatic. I suppose that I may have shed too many tears or become a little too upset, but I am a tad stressed out from all this college talk and such.

...I just need to complain...just for a little.

Complaints about Lovely Boy (who is not always so lovely):

1. The maturity level.
2. He doesn't like my friends and they return the feeling.
3. He openly brags about the "hot" girls that talk to him, call him, web chat him, and facebook him.
4. He has a 7% in math and he doesn't care, nor does he try.
5. He has little to no trust for me.
6. We don't do anything that a traditional bf/gf would do. We do not go on dates or anything.
7. He doesn't want a job, to do homework, to do any sort of school work, or go to his classes.
8. He doesn't care that I care so much for him.

It feels to get that off my chest.
Thank you for listening.
Love y'all, and love Lovely Boy.
Love,
Miss Elizabeth

4 Months 25 Days.

Tonight marks the first night that Lovely Boy made me cry out of sheer happiness. I don't want to say too much for to ruin the sheer happiness of the night, but I will try to quote back to you all exactly what was said.

Basically, in a nutshell, this is what was said.

"I love you Miss Elizabeth. My mum said this to me yesterday. She said, you know, out of all the girlfriends you have had I knew that none of them were right for you. Elizabeth is right for you. I know she is. I know things may not work out with you two, first loves barely ever do, but in a few years, if you wanted to get married, I would be very happy with that decision."

I'm not going to lie, I felt like a fool, but I teared up.

How sweet is that.

I am so in love. I am the definition of love sick.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

4 Months 24 Days.

This past week has been nightmareishly stressful. (is that a word??) I have had an abundance of homework, long rehearsals before the opening of my school's musical, the suicide of a fellow classmate, an ugly breakout on my forehead, and the looming threat of the upcoming SATS. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

With all this activity surrounding my life, Lovely Boy and I have not had much time, besides in the hallways, to talk or hang out. Yesterday was his sister's first birthday. I was originally planning on not going because of the musical. After the musical the cast was having a cast party at one of the girl's houses. I made the decision to go to Lovely Boy's house instead. When I told my friends I would not be attending the cast party, you should have heard their response. One would think that I had sabotaged the show. People were legitimately angry that I would "ditch" the party. They tried to persuade me to change my plans, but my mind was made up. I went to Lovely Boy's little sister's birthday, and I had a great time.

The point of the story is this: when one makes the right decision, it will feel wonderful. Although I was hesitant that I might have made the wrong choice, once I had followed through, I knew that I had made the right decision. Make strong choices. Don't let others persuade you against what you believe is right.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

4 Months 22 Days.

I'll make this post short, considering I am exhausted. My high school's musical, Thoroughly Modern Millie" opened today. The show ended at ten to ten and then the cast proceeded to go to a local restaurant until 11:45. I just got settled into bed, one hour later. I can barely keep my eyes open and my hands typing.

I just want to start and end by saying, I love you lovely boy. I feel like by saying it he can hear me saying it to him, while he sleeps. I know he knows nothing of this blog but, I still want him to hear me say it while he dreams:) I am in love with him. I want him to know that no matter what happens, at the end of the day we belong to eachother and no one else. Even though a castmate flirted with me all night and even made me a shirley temple, just for me, even though Africa and I have a little bit of chemistry, and even though I squeal when I receive texts from my bus buddy, none of that matters. I love my boyfriend and he is all I want.

Sweet dreams y'all,
Miss Elizabeth

4 Months 20 Days.

I have a few horrible things to say.

1. Farmville, at least this week, is saving my relationship from complete silence. All Lovely Boy and I have to talk about is our fake farms...this is pathetic.

2. My dream school is only my dream school because Africa is going there. Yet, I tell people it is because of the business program. I need to get MY dreams in check. Does this mean that, perhaps, my feelings for Africa may be stronger than I thought? You tell me.

3. It has been a difficult week for many of my peers and I. This week, a friend committed suicide. He was an intelligent, kind, beautiful boy and he is gone. Pray/meditate for his soul. RIP <3

Obviously, this week has been hard on many people. I know that it has been tough for me. Many tears have been shed. My problem with Lovely Boy is this, he offered little consolation. All I needed was an extra caring hug or some words of advice, but received none of the above. I don't know if he was uncomfortable with the situation or what, but THAT needs to change.

Love,
Sara Elizabeth

4 Months 19 Days

No one is perfect. I have my faults and I have things I must work on. At the beginning of my relationship, I was not completely sure of my true feelings for Lovely Boy. Of course, I knew I really liked him. BUT, there was another boy. A boy whose name will be, for the sake of privacy, Africa. At that time, 4 Months and 18 Days ago, Africa and I were colleagues at work. We talked like best friends and laughed like best friends, but the extent of our relationship was strictly at work. There was flirting and eventually we started texting. Texting was always friendly, but I looked forward to every conversation and every day that we worked together. I met his family and loved them. We had an instant connection. Throughout these four months, Africa and I have become very close. Our work relationship has turned into being best friends. We talk about everything and hang out.

So if we're best friends, you ask, then what is the big deal??

The point of this, seemingly pointless story, is this my fellow blogging friends.

I thought I was in love with him. It makes perfect sense. We do have perfect chemistry and a really strong connection. I know we would make a compatible couple. He is just one of those attractive, charismatic, good guys that girls, like me, are drawn to. Up until recently, I have been fighting with my feelings. Every day is like a constant, Africa or Lovely Boy...Africa or Lovely Boy...

Last night, I figured it out.

Yesterday, I spent the entire day with Africa. I dressed up as a Disney Princess for his 3-year-old neice's birthday party then we went to an open-mic fundraiser for Haiti. He played piano and I sang. It was a very eventful, fun day. The fundraiser was at his school and all of his friends, peers, and teachers were present. There was not one person who didn't think that I was Africa's date or girlfriend. Of which, I was neither. I explained many times that we aren't dating, but still, people were persistent that we would eventually date. His friends and teachers took a liking to me.

One teacher even went so far as to try hooking us up through the following conversation:

"So, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, I do."

"Oh, I see. You really like him?"

"Yes, I do!"

"Well, that's too bad, you and Africa would be perfect."

I laughed it off, but yet I knew she was right. Africa has it all. He has the looks, the personality, the drive, the money...EVERYTHING.

But the thing is, last night, I no longer had the butterflys in my stomach when we got close. I no longer felt nervous when we were alone. I no longer was thinking about being with him. Instead, I was thinking how much I wanted Lovely Boy to be with us. All night I was wishing Lovely Boy could have joined in on the fun Africa and I were having. I finally realize that this is because I am in love with Lovely Boy. What Africa and I might have, is not a NOW thing. It was an infatuation. What I have with Lovely Boy, that's the real deal.

And I'm going to keep it that way.
Now, thanks to Africa's mother, I have a picture of my best friend and my boyfriend kept safely in my wallet, close to my heart.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

4 Months 11 Days.

The problem with boys is their maturity level.

Girls, I am sure you can all agree with me on that.

Seriously, we love you, but do you have to get SO moody when one little thing doesn't go your way. ARGH!

Let me suggest to you one thing, DO NOT MENTION THE DUCT TAPE. By that, I mean, previous sexual relationships and experiences. The idea is this: everyone has a little peice of duct tape...everytime that duct tape is used, a little peice of that person is stuck on it. Kind of a gross concept, but you get the point. ANYWAYS, tonight in conversation, I accidentaly let a bit of the duct tape slip. My bad. I admit, I should have been more careful, but with the reaction I received one would think I admitted to murder. I literally got one word answers until I hung up after a five minute silence. No "I love you", no "Good night." This was half an hour ago. It is now 12:52 AM and he has not called me back. Maturity level?! Seriously?!

On a higher note, upon speaking to my cousin on a car ride, I was educated in the history of my aunt and uncle. The story is rather sweet. Apparently, my aunt and uncle were high school sweethearts and had been dating since they were fourteen-years-old. Let me tell you, that a HECK OF A LONG TIME has passed since those teenage years. Apparently, in high school, my aunt had told her then boyfriend, my current uncle, that she thought they should see other people for a little bit. My uncle, the bad ass tough guy, wouldn't stand for that. Him and a bunch of his "goons" decided to beat up on the prospective courter! An interesting way to prove his love for my aunt, but it worked!

So chickapoos, there is hope. For all of you who dream of marrying your high school sweethearts, it is not impossible! It is a feat that can be worked towards and made happen.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

4 Months 10 Days.

It happened. After 4 months and 10 days, my lovely boy and I did IT. Yes, we did the dirty. We hadn't had too much action before this, but this past week has made up for it all. When I say this is the most sexual relationship I have had in my life, I am not exaggerating. Other relationships have been hott, or fun little flings, but this IS THE REAL DEAL. This was steamy. STEAMY. Although Valentine's Day was not one of these steamy days...the day after and the day after and the day after were...well, I'm sure you could guess.

To all you youngins reading, know that your parents and your peers are not foolish when they say sex is better when in love. It is GREAT...even if the first time lasts six minutes...

BESIDES THAT:

I love him.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

4 months and 7 days.

I've never been one to neglect my friends because of a boyfriend. Yesterday, my day was spent in tears after a horrible phone call from one of my friends. Apparently, my friends had all been talking about how I had been neglecting them since lovely boy came into my life. Although, I find it very difficult to admit my faults, I am not totally oblivious to them. I can honestly say, since dating Lovely Boy I have made a countless amount of attempts to talk to my friends, invite them to hang out, or just send friendly texts to them. Yesterday when my friends accused me of ignoring them, I broke down. I could not believe that they were ganging up on me like I was the one completely at fault. I cried all day and all night.

Today I woke up and carried through with my normal daily activities, without the comfort of friends. I am not exaggerating when I say at the moment I can count the people that still consider me a friend, on one hand. I've never felt so alone. And yet, I feel content. Lovely Boy is still in my life...and as pathetic as it sounds, for now...I feel that is all I need.

In the argument brought up to me by my friends yesterday, they thought I was over reacting because Lovely Boy is just some "high school boyfriend" that, in a few years, I will not even remember.

He may be a silly "high school boyfriend" but he is MY HIGH SCHOOL BOYFRIEND, and I am determined to make this work.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth

4 Months. 5 Days.

I am 17 years of age, and I have found love. I am in love with a lovely boy.

His name, for privacy reasons, will remain, Lovely Boy.

... he is truely lovely.

We have been dating for a total of 4 months and 5 days. We have had our good days, but our fair share of bad days as well. Although, we are very different in morals, personalities, and looks, we are perfectly compatible. I am in love with him and his family. He has become my best friend. On days when I am not with him, I do not feel complete. He has become a necessity to my life. I treasure each conversation, phone call, kind action, and kiss that we share. After 4 months and 5 days, just his touch, still sets my heart racing, my hands clammy, and my stomach in a frenzy.

Yesterday we shared our Valentine's Day together. It was a wonderful evening. He held me close as he whispered, "I love you" soft and sweet in my ear. He kissed each one of my fingers. He gently kissed my lips and caressed my short hair. It was the best Valentine's Day ever.

Love,
Miss Elizabeth