Every Day Is (Not) Exactly the Same

January 31, 2009. Today marks ten months of being together with the love of my life. You may be thinking ten months isn’t really that long, but hopefully this will help you realize why I feel the way I do. My sister thinks it’s stupid to be celebrating a day as mediocre as this, but to me, every day as ordinary as they may be, is as wonderful as the next.

We got a glimpse of each other on the first day of eighth grade. It was in Pre-Algebra that we locked eyes; a class that I was placed in by mistake. I waited in my seat patiently as the teacher called roll. I waited for a name to be called and for him to say “here.” “Joshua Moore?” the teacher asked. “Here,” I heard the boy slumping in his seat located on the back row say. “Finally,” I thought, “I have a name to go with the face.” It was his face and name that wandered in my head until the end of the day.

The very next day, my schedule was corrected and I only saw him during our lunch hour. A word was never said from either of us to the other. A couple of months went by and still no contact was made. Although, he became an everyday thought to me. Since we both seemed shy, I decided to break the tension through IM. From there, conversations sparked sporadically throughout the next few years, mostly through IM.

High school was where a “real” friendship developed. Having classes together, sitting at lunch together, all these daily interactions brought us to become great friends. We both wanted more, but due to a fear of rejection neither of us had the guts to make ourselves vulnerable. Also there was a small problem. He had another friend that he was just as close to.

Just turned sixteen and now a junior in high school, I found courage in myself to take a chance. I wrote a heartfelt letter to him and found myself set up for heartbreak. It was the other friend who trumped me. Heartache is by far the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced. I felt alone, abandoned, and of course, rejected. I thought my shot was gone and would never be given back. I was sixteen; therefore no one cared and saw it as naivety. Eventually, I got over it but the thought of being with him still carried with me into college.

Near the end of the first semester of college, we both have had our hearts broken. Being best friends, we leaned on each other for the strength we needed to go on. Soon after, we both were hit with an epiphany. We realized that it was each other that we needed, not the other persons we occupied our times around. Being together is the best feeling I have ever felt. It’s comforting to know that he’s been there at my lowest of lows and is here now at my highest of highs.

Every time I think back to that fateful day in the eighth grade, I tell myself that we were meant to be together. If my schedule had never had an error on it, I would’ve never met him and this story would never have been told. That’s the magic of every day. To you, it may just be another day; to someone else, it could be a day that changes their lives forever.