Mike and I were the perfect couple in high school. We seldom fought and when we did, it was never serious enough to breakup over.
I first became aware of Mike when he transferred to our school from Barron. He was in eight grade, I was in seventh. He was a foster child and not very well liked because he was said to be “troublesome”. But every one knows how teenage girls act. They want the troublesome boy or the rebel as some might say. Me, I never heard the rumors about him or the stories that were being told. I liked him because he was mysterious. I was only in seventh grade back then, I didn’t know what it was that attracted me to him until I hit high school.
In the summer leading to my ninth grade year, I became involved in a relationship that was all around bad news for anyone who knew the boy. Till this day, I still say Mike saved me from that. My relationship was dangerous and one night, I ran from this relationship, straight into Mike’s arms. I was happy he was there to catch me, but worried the other boy would find him and hurt him.
It was late October when Mike and I started to date. I was happy and care free, as you might say. With Mike, it was hard to tell if he was thrilled or bummed. I hoped for him to be happy with me, but I wasn’t sure if he was.
By the end of my ninth grade career, Mike and I became famous for holding hands walking down the halls of my small high school. A lot of couples envied us, because they knew their relationship wasn’t going to last. I wasn’t sure mine and Mikes was going to last either. Every one in my school, including my parent’s and Mike’s parents knew that we were having sex. It didn’t bother them, and it sure didn’t bother us. At one point, I told Mike that, “Love was to be cherished, and if he loved me he’d wait till I was ready.” He held to his word, he waited for me. At that point I was the only girl in my grade that wasn’t a virgin. I didn’t care, I loved Mike and he loved me. I was sure of it.
When I hit my tenth grade year, it was hard to make my relationship work. With Mike and I cramming and working, we seldom got to see each other. Our relationship changed, but not our feelings. The teachers became more aware of us in the hallway. They knew we only spent a few short hours with each other every day, so they very raillery bothered up. This year we became the couple that was “attached at the hip” because we always walked with is arm around my shoulders and my arm around his waist. No one could believe we were still together.
The next year was hard for me. Mike was going to graduate and not be there my senior year. We were closer then ever. This year we didn’t fight, or argue. We simply realized, life is to short to waist on fighting all the time, like some couples. By our anniversary in late October of my eleventh grade year, Mike had asked me to marry him. The teachers joked that “Mrs. Michael Siewert was in their class.” I didn’t care. I loved him. Him and I did everything together. Now that this year is over and I’m going to be going to Cumberland High all by myself, I know that every time I walk down those halls, I’ll be with Mike. Like a good author wrote, “His love is like the wind, I can’t see it, but I can feel it.”
