I knew the night we met that you were special. That was 18 years ago, give or take a few months. We were both young, and I was a mixed bag of teenage emotions. I’m sure you were too. I never forgot you though. I never forgot how walking hand in hand and talking with you made me feel. I knew it was love at first sight, I just thought it was stupid. I knew we were too young to even think that way. I was a virgin, never even been kissed. I’m sure you had some experience. I don’t know if you were a virgin, but I am sure you had kissed many. You weren’t exactly shy, but you weren’t like the rest of the guys. It was only one night 18 or so years ago, but you made me remember you forever. You didn’t even kiss me, except to kiss my hand as we parted way. Such a gentleman, so old fashioned, so different. I never forgot you.
Fast forward 18 years or so and we found each other once again, on Facebook of all places! We started talking and catching up. We’ve both been through a lot since that night. It made me smile that you remembered me too though. After all, you were the one who found and added me. I always thought you were way out of my league. Even that night. Back then I was a short, chubby, pimply faced girl. I’m still short and chubby. I still even get acne. You were so tall and handsome. You had braces, but they added to your handsomeness. You had a big nose, but it fit your face perfectly. You’re still gorgeous. I’m still not. Yet, you still seem just as interested in me as that night.
I went out on a limb the other night. I asked you out. It’s not the best time for either one of us to be dating at the moment, so your reply was, yea definitely in due time. Here’s what you don’t know. It took everything I had to ask you out. I have not been with anyone, physically OR emotionally OR romantically in 9 years (since my son’s father and I split up), but I knew. I knew I didn’t want to risk losing you for another 18 years or even forever. I want you to know that I want you in my life. I don’t know if we will date. I don’t know anything except that I don’t want to lose you. Maybe I’m silly. Maybe I’m stupid, but maybe, you’re the love of my life, and maybe I’m yours.
I promise I’ll never hurt you like the others. I promise to not only be good to you, but to your family and friends, even if I don’t like all of them (your brother is and always has been a jerk). I knew when I met you that you were special. What I didn’t know was just how much, or how much I would need you in my life. When we’re young, we don’t appreciate things the way we should. Friendships, relationships, family. I’m glad to have the chance to appreciate you now, whether it is just in friendship, or if we have a relationship and eventually start a family. I’m glad you never forgot about me.