The Story of Us

I just finished watching this week's episode of Basketball Wives L.A. One of the ladies, Jackie, gets married to her husband every year on their anniversary- like full on wedding. Ridiculous! They've been married for like 16 years. And honestly, I was ready to fast forward it. I don't know if its because I had a glass of wine, or because I'm PMSing, or because I'm a crybaby... maybe its because her Mom was there via Skype because she's dying but it made me so emotional.


The other girls on the show were all saying how Jackie and her husband made them feel like true love really exists. And it made me think of my real life fairytale...


I've never sat down and wrote this out. Steven's best friend always says it should be made into a movie- that's silly. This might be long because its eleven years old! Not consistant though til the end.


I remember so clearly the first time I saw Steven. It was a few weeks into my Freshman year of high school, it was in the outside lunch area. I think there were 6 windows [maybe more, maybe less] I was in the first line and he was in the third. I thought he was gorgeous. He looked nothing like any boy I'd ever seen. Then I heard him talk, I'm pretty sure I cringed. His voice hurt my ears haha. I didn't care though, he was "SO cute!" and I was on a mission to find out who he was. He was a Senior, but we were only two years apart in age.


Obviously I liked him and he started to like me too, eventually he "loved" me. We shared our first kiss under the first street light on the street of my old house on Cuervo Lane[that was a tongue twister!]- I  still glance that way and smile anytime I drive by. The first time we exchanged the L-word was through notes. It was my turn to write him and I was so nervous, I gave it to him right before 6th period and he also handed me a note- weird because it was my turn to write him. Inside his note were those words... I love you. So magical when you're 15 ha! Later on that night at 10:39pm, we said it for the first time. Steven and I fought a lot though, over what, who knows? We just did, we were young. But we'd also stay on the phone til 5am and have to wake up an hour later and have "burning eyeballs" all day at school, I'd go with him when he went skating, we'd drive around and get yelled at by cops for no reason, he'd come over to my house and we'd just giggle because we were so cute and in love [haha] and we also saw the most boring movie ever, "Mission to Mars." He was the first boy to ever tell me I was beautiful. We had fun together.


The end of the school year, my Dad was being stationed to Japan. As a teenager, I felt like my life was over. Steven being the silly 17-year-old boy he was, told me he'd "wait for me." A month or so after I moved I found an email he wrote to another girl. That same night everybody was sleeping but me and my Dad, he was watching tv and I was on the computer listening to music with headphones... I saw him get up and answer the phone and set it down, then he was walking towards me... what? I didn't know anybody here, who could be calling me?! It was Steven. He called operator after operator after operator til somehow- he was connected to me. In Japan. He was begging for a second chance. We call that "The billion dollar phone call." :) Time went on and things between us changed. Only three months after I'd moved, his letters became less mushy and shortly after that, he had a girlfriend.



Then came summer break! My parents let me go back to the states for a month. Steven no longer lived in our hometown, he was three hours away but he came down a few times to see me. It was like I never left, til I had to. I don't remember talking to him much during my Junior year.


After Junior year, my Dad then got orders to North Carolina. And just like in Japan, I was in my bathroom one Friday night, not long after we moved when my dad knocked on the door with the phone... Steven. Always tracking me down, the boy was in love, I tell you! We kept in contact that year via email, aim, etc.


After I graduated I moved back to Arizona. Steven was still three hours away but anytime he came down, he'd try to get in contact with me. I had a boyfriend so rarely saw him and often ignored his phone calls. And when he was here, he called ricidulous amounts of time- blew my phone up! A year after I moved back, he moved back too -but only for a short amount of time- he was on his way to Colorado. I was single, so we mingled. And then he left... and our hearts were broken all over again. :(


We talked often when he was in Colorado then he picked up and moved to Mississippi and stopped talking to everybody, including me. I pretended that I didn't care. We were never something permanant, it was impossible. I told myself we never had a real relationship anyway, how could we when we only saw each other for a few months at a time? Life went on.


It was probably about June or July 2006 when I heard he was moving back. I'm not sure what I felt, it was a mix of excitment/anger/make him want me and one-up him sort of thing. When he got back he wrote me on myspace and apologized for not talking to me for the past year- I ignored it, I wasn't phased. I saw him out a few times, one time he poked my belly as he walked by me and then stared with his head turned as he walked away, another time I walked past him like I didn't even know him and he said "Hey butthead!"- he was ignored. Then in September he showed up for Jeanette's birthday... I decided to finally talk to him. He bought me a Jack and Coke and we talked and talked and talked. We talked and texted all the time after that, he told me I put a hop back in his step. And a week later... we were inseparable.


Finally after six years, we were both in the same city with no signs of leaving. We could finally see where this crazy road was going to take us. It took us to love. Such crazy, exciting, hilarious love. Our next stop was marriage. Our wedding was nothing big- family and close friends in a tiny chapel followed by a reception at my parents house and going out to our favorite places afterwards. It might not have been traditional but it was ours.


I'm married to the first boy I ever kissed, the first boy I ever loved. Back then if somebody would've told me I'd marry and have babies with that boy in the lunchline, I never would've believed it. I love our story. It tells of some very sad times and most of the happiest moments of my life. This road hasn't always been easy...

 but God blessed the broken road that lead me straight to you