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Out of Her League
It was summer camp. I'd liked him since January, saw him once a week at our church's youth band practice. Fell in love with him the moment I saw him- his electric blue eyes spiked my heart, and the way he played the guitar made me dizzy. But I never considered us dating, he seemed too far out of my league.
So anyways, it was summer camp, and we were both there. He was 16 and I was 15. All week he'd been flirting with me, but I didn't know if he was serious, because he seemed like he could be the kind of guy to just flirt with girls just because they are girls. But then, on Friday night, the last night of camp, there was an all-camp dance. We went to it with some of our mutual friends, mostly to enjoy the music, not to dance. Afterward he asked if I would like to go on a walk, and I said sure. So we walked to the nearby lake, and sat down looking over it. It was a full moon that night, perfectly clear and still, and as we talked and I looked into his eyes, I knew in my heart this would be the guy I would marry. He kissed me for the first time that night, and he didn't just kiss my lips, he kissed my heart and my soul. Months went by and we went through some tough times, involving his ex, my traveling, his awful father, and my over-protective one. School started, and we did not go to the same school, but lived 40 minutes away from each other. Church band once weekly became our heaven.
As well as other events that we both went to. As time passed, he took me farther than I'd ever gone with a guy before, physically and emotionally. We didn't have sex- better to wait until marriage.
Every time we were together, I could just look into his eyes and his smile forever. His face became that of an angel in my mind. Sometimes we wouldn't talk, just look at each other in the moonlight, and I could see flickers of thought running across his face, only guessing what they were. We talked about our future as if it were the most natural thing in the world- going to college together, sharing an apartment, getting married (he said he had the proposal all figured out), having fun for a few years and then settling down and having children. I can see it all perfectly, there is nothing I would change about it.
When we hold hands it's like I'm holding onto an ocean of thought and emotion- there is so much you can tell about a person through their hands.
When we are together, people stare because he is 6'4'', and I am 5'5'', it looks pretty funny, but I love him despite that. Every time I look at him, I can't help thinking how beautiful and amazing he is, and how he could have had his choice of any pretty girl in the world, and he chose average me. There is so much emotion in our relationship, and I can tell that we are going to last long-term, if not get married. And to think that when I first fell in love with him I thought he was out of my league. Miracles can happen, you just have to have hope :)
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