So I've known Shane ever since I've been in Gresham. For about two years now. For about the first year i knew him, we were just friends. Then the next school year we were pretty much best buds. We've got a hell of alot in common: love the theatre, music. Together we're the odd ones out, both not foursquare and from small churches. For months we were good buddies, then in April he told me that he liked me as more than a friend. And well, as funny as it sounds, I thought he was joking. Ha. When he said he wasn't, I told him I'd sleep on it. One month went by, and I wrote him a rediculas letter of rejection. In my mind... I'd alrealy had the picture of a perfect guy, and well...he just wasn't it. In fact, I thought it'd be a European. But honestly the whole Europe thing is cool and all, but seems to be a fad among the people of EastHill, not me... Then I had several people say, "Maria, what were you thinking? Shane is amazing, and I've always thought you'd be good together" Well, 'here goes nothing', I'd said in my mind. So, then I thought more, and I thought 'yeah, I always did think it'd be cool to have the man one was with, and your best friend be one in the same. So on May 19th is the offical date of our going out.
And now you could say I'm so freakin crazy about him. And don't tell him, but I'm going to stowaway on a jet to Idaho in September.
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