DH and I met on the second day of our freshman year of high school in September 2004. He had just moved to NJ from AZ. Most of my friends were guys, so at lunch I sat with all of my guys friends. As I headed to our table on that second day of school with a friend of mine, I noticed a new face. I asked who it was, and my friend just said, “He’s new from Arizona.” So, I went over, introduced myself, shook his hand, and asked what his name was. He was kind of shy and soft-spoken, so I didn’t hear his response the first time. In fact, I didn’t hear it the second or third time either, so I pretended as if I had caught it and planned to wait it out until someone said what it was. It was about a week later when I finally found out what it was. Soon, we also found that we were on the same bus. We quickly became friends, and were often found together. We walked to lunch together, and the bus, and even stayed after school with one another on occasion. But, I was oblivious to what was right in front of me.
Not long after we met, I started a relationship with someone else, which fizzled pretty quickly. I was devastated, but life moved on. Yet, still I was blind to my true feelings. So, months passed by, and soon it was the week before Valentine’s Day 2005. DH and I were walking to lunch, when he asked me what a girl would like to get for Valentine’s Day, because a girl in one of his classes basically told him that he was her Valentine and to get her a gift… Umm, my first reaction was, “WOW, that’s stupid…” But, then I was overcome with heartache. I just told him, “I don’t know, I’m not like most girls,” and I remained silent the entire lunch period. That Valentine’s Day, I played hookie from school.
I couldn’t get him off my mind. My feelings for him just hit me like a ton of bricks. So, as any true teenage girl would do, I wrote him a note, several versions in fact; and, a few weeks later, I finally got the courage to give it to him. After lunch one day, I slipped it into his hand, said “read this,” and scurried away as quickly as I could. I avoided him the rest of the day and didn’t ride home on the bus, as it was the first day of softball practice. That night, after I got home from practice, I was really worried that he might not feel the same way and that it may ruin our friendship. So, I called him up, and said “please disregard my note, because I don’t want it to hurt our friendship.” Luckily, his response was, “why would I do that?” He explained he had liked me since the day we met, and I was SO happy and relieved. A week later we went on our first date to see a terrible movie, but fortunately, the date went better than the movie was. And, the rest as they say, is history!