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