School Registration

I transferred high schools in between my junior and senior year. The school messed up my registration and I had to go to the office and wait for them to fix everyone's stuff. And since my last name starts with W, I was last. So I had a lot of time. My now-girlfriend asked me to sit with her because another boy was talking to her and making her uncomfortable. We began talking and have been friends ever since and in a relationship for four and a half years.

I Love You.....Even Though You Aren't My Boyfriend

I met him in my freshman year of college in this little hangout I tend to haunt on campus. Just a round room, lots of couches, chairs, a tv, pool tables and pop machines. I had seen him around campus for weeks and thought he looked mysterious. One day I show up at my usual hangout and there he is, sitting by himself, curled up in a chair drawing. So I pace around and chat with my friends while I figure out what to say to him. I finally muster up my courage and approach him, asking "Whatcha drawin'?" He responds in a deadpan tone: "Graphite on wood pulp." I was embarrassed and pissed, so I stomp off saying "Fine! Be an asshole!" The next time we spoke, we argued again over video games. He kept being there and we kept talking and very slowly became friends until that next spring when my boyfriend of a year left for a week to Italy. It was during this trip that I called him for the first time and we spent 5 hours on the phone. Every day that week we spent 6+ hours on the phone and by the end of it, I was crazy about him, but was unwilling to really think about it (remember, I had another relationship). Fast forward to that fall when he tells me in a shy, sheepish kind of way that he loves me. I spent the next two months tormented over my feelings for him versus my feelings for my boyfriend. In November, he flipped his SUV three times and it shocked me into realizing how I felt about him. I drove to his house in a panic to find him unharmed. That New Years he got incredibly drunk and spent two hours vomiting while I held his hair back while he gasped that he loved me with every breath. Two days later, while he was sleeping on the couch at the house my boyfriend and I shared, I snuck into the living room to talk to him (boyfriend was asleep and I couldn't). He told me he loved me and I said it back. We ended up on the floor making out and I broke up with my boyfriend two days later.

Tomorrow will be our sixth year being together. We got married in Grenada last July and have an apartment of our own. We're thinking of trying for our first child next summer. :)