Read the prologue here. Read part 1 here. Read part 2 here. Read part 3 here. Read part 4 here. *** Source: imgfave.com via Ashley on Pinterest Saturday Night: My heart was racing as I unlocked my teal Huffy bike from its spot in my apartment courtyard. I threw my canvas purse into the front basket and began to furiously pedal the 10 minute ride to the coaches offices. Thanks to my nerves and a serious spike in adrenaline, I made it in 6 {…Read More…}
Read the prologue here. Read part 1 here. Read part 2 here. Read part 3 here. *** {via} Friday Night: Please call. Please call. Please call. Only a few hours had passed since I wrote my number on his napkin, and in that short time my phone had not left my side. Rachel: So he finally asked you out? Me: Yes, fiiiiiinally. Rachel was my Summer time roommate. My best friend. We had gone to high school together and shared nearly every single class. But {…Read More…}
Read the prologue here. Read part 1 here. Read part 2 here. *** via Just like our sack lunch “date”, our kicking the soccer ball “date” ended with me lingering a bit too long in hopes that he would ask me out on a real date. And again, it didn’t happen. He juggled the ball a few times and then passed it over to me. We continued on like this with casual conversation in between passes for about 15 minutes. Ben: You know, you’re not half {…Read More…}
Read the prologue here. Read Part 1 here. via Tuesday: After my gutsy and rather uncharacteristic introduction to the boy with dimples, I went back to my little apartment and did my best to not think about him for the rest of the evening. After many failed attemps, I decided to go to bed early so the next day would come sooner. *** Wednesday: The first four hours of my shift were spent making “accidental” eye contact with him from across the room. He looked cuter {…Read More…}
via I was just getting out of a serious relationship. I was taking a break from boys. Finishing up my Sophomore year at UCSB and getting ready for my transfer to USC. Studying, working three jobs, and figuring out what I wanted out of life–I had decided that would be my focus for the next two years. No more of this “falling in love” business. My heart needed a break. So there I was. On my lunch break. I worked at the UCSB events center. {…Read More…}
I don’t really know where to start the story of US. Do I start on the first day our eyes locked, and a part of me just knew? Do I start a year before we met, and the events that prepared me to have faith in us? Do I start on the day you became the first guy to really really break my heart? Or do I simply begin with my journal entry, written a few days after we met: June 17, 2004 Tomorrow I {…Read More…}
