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I was feeling troubled in the relationship department, and feeling like my world was coming to an end because my friends were dating and I wasn't. I had started to have feelings many years before that I might like girls, but was confused on my feelings and was really trying to figure myself out. I was fighting with my identity and was scared to let anyone know for fear of rejection. I had crushes on a couple of girls here and there but none of them had ever turned into more than a crush. Every day I would dream of the day that I would meet someone who would love me for me. I had a guy friend who was in the same boat that I was in and we were both searching for our true selves.
He was a great support system for me through these times and even though we aren't friends anymore, I will always thank him for introducing me to the rest of my life while standing in the middle of Walmart. You read that right... we met at our local Walmart. I had seen pictures of her on my guy friend's Facebook page and always had to force myself to keep scrolling past his posts that had her in them because I was staring at them for way too long. I never knew why I was so intrigued by her, but I found out why in the jewelry department that day.
She walked around that jewelry counter and at that moment my life was immediately shaken and stirred. Her long blonde hair was curled in the most perfect of curls and pulled back over her left ear with a tiny black clip. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of worn skinny jeans. Her eyes were as blue as crystal waters and sparkled like I had never seen before. She was perfect. We made eye contact the second she turned my way and said "Hey!" with the the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I tried to say more than just hello, but I couldn't get myself to keep eye contact with her. My heart was beating out of my chest and I KNOW that I looked like a complete idiot.
We walked around the store with our friend for a while and the longer we walked, the more nervous I got. I would try to catch a glimpse of her whenever she was looking in another direction. As soon as she would turn my way, I would look away quickly to make sure that she didn't see that I melting into the floor. I know I was sweating and the butterflies in my stomach where going INSANE. My mouth was dry, my heart was pounding and I felt like I could have passed out any minute. What was making me feel this way? Why was I so nervous to talk to her? Then as we walked around the corner of the clothing department, I got a text from my mom saying it was time to leave. WHY did I have to leave? WHY did I have to leave HER? WHY couldn't I just stay a little bit longer? I had to go find my mom and I wasn't happy about having to leave, but I also kept telling myself "She probably thinks you're weird anyway." I was able to push the nerves back just enough to say, "Bye." That was it. No "Nice to meet you!"... nothing. What was wrong with me? She probably thought that the only words I knew were ones that would introduce and dismiss my presence.
All I could do was think about her that afternoon. I mean, come on.. who wouldn't have butterflies if they had just met an angel, am I right? When I got home I went into my room and I remember pacing back and forth while trying to keep myself from throwing up. I could NOT get her out of my mind. Something kept telling me that there was a reason why we had met and that this wouldn't be the last time that I saw her or would feel this way about her... and that something was right.
After being home for a few hours, I get a text from my friend. What was the text you might ask? I'll tell you. It read: "My friend is glad she met you and she thinks you are really cute. You should talk to her." UH, WHAT? EXCUSE ME!? CUTE? What kind of CUTE? Like "OMG, LETS BE BEST FRIENDS!" kind of cute? Or "I want to date you." kind of cute!? ME!? CUTE!? I started pacing back and forth again and I felt sweat beads forming across my forehead. I needed to get a grip but let's face it... that wasn't happening because it hadn't happened ALL DAY. So I decided in that moment that I was going to send her a friend request on Facebook. I wasn't sure of her last name, but I found her profile on our friend's Facebook page. I stared at the "Send Request" button for what seemed like forever. Should I send it? Is it too soon? Will I look desperate? Yes? No? What should I do? I knew that if I was going to send it, it was now or never. Well, at least that's what I told myself. So... I CLICKED SEND. And what happened next about put me on the floor. Immediately she accepted it. I kid you not.. it was less than a minute later and I was about to have a heart attack. If I had a heart attack though, I would never get to talk to her so I needed to PULL IT TOGETHER.
I debated for a few minutes on whether I should send her a message because I didn't want her to think that I was just waiting by my phone being a creep. Only meeting her a few hours before, I was already ready to put a ring on it and call us married, even though she probably just thought I was the "OMG, LET'S BE BEST FRIENDS!" kind of cute. All of a sudden a notification from Facebook pops up on my screen. IT WAS A MESSAGE FROM HER. It read: "I lost my number, can I borrow yours?" One of the most overused, cliché pickup lines in the book. But did it work? You're damn right it did! SURE DID HONEY. YES. I gave her my number and we haven't stopped talking sense.
Almost seven years and a ton of roller coaster life happenings later, she is still the angel I met that day and she gives me the same butterflies every single time I look at her. I am beyond blessed to have someone as incredible as she is in my life. This story goes to show that no matter who you are or where you are in life, waiting for the right person is ALWAYS worth it. If it can happen for me, it can happen for anyone.