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I spent a lot of time waiting in highschool. When I got out of school, I would wait at the library for my mom to come pick me up. I would usually wait for about 1-3 hours depending on if she had a meeting or not. We moved to a house was out of the school district so instead of switching schools I just stayed at my highschool. I did have Star and Sara there and was really starting to talk some. I should have been making straight A's with all my library visits but alas usually I just sat on the bench and wrote morbid poetry and prose, and waited for Spike to show up. Spike was getting tutored at the library, but only for an hour a day, when he got out, we would walk to the convience store for icecream, coffee, or snacks. We'd sit on a church playground in a ceramic pipe and talk about stuff. I have no memory of what we would talk about, but whenever he was around me I was high, I really was bonkers over him. We only kissed one time the entire time I dated him. He was strange in that though he drew much attention to himself he was sheepishly shy. He was very contridictory, he appeared very angry and tough but was very sweet and caring. He was just one mixed up kid, and so was I so of course he just had to date. Our first relationship lasted an impressive 3 months, which in highschool is the equivolent to a marriage. We were like a light switch, off and on again, we'd date for a while, then I'd get jealous over something, and he'd proclaim his love for me but we'd still break up. We brokeup and madeup, we loved eachother irrationally, and even when we weren't together I'd cry every night thinking of him. I dated another guy for my entire junior year of highschool, but cried over Spike. I worried my ass off wondering where he went, because he became my best friend very fast, and I never understood how I could love him so much and he could love me so much but we couldn't get it right. I got to 18 and I hadn't seen Spike in a long time. The guy I was dating was a year older and had already graduated from our school. He was a really nice guy but our relationship wasn't a love relationship, we were both in love with our exes, that no longer wanted to be with us, so we teamed up, like people tend to do. He finally decieded to go into the airforce. That was tough, even though I knew he wasn't the one for me I felt very left behind. He left for bootcamp in december of my senior year. I assumed I wouldn't be going to prom anyway, but I went to the school stuff with him, and it didn't seem fair that my senior year would be spent alone. Spring came quickly, and one sunny day I was driving to my friends house for band practice. Then I saw this Skunk looking boy walking up the street with that cheshire grin cocked across his face staring back at me. I should have kept driving, but I had to stop the car. I pulled over.....SPIKE! YOU SON OF A BITCH! I yelled. I liked messing with him like that, because I had spotted him a few times and given him the finger in traffic over the past year, I hit him in the crotch with a snowball one day afterschool, and over all I was just mean since he was not hanging out with me anymore. Spike looked at me and of course the magnets that we call hearts just attracted right back one to the other. "Hey, whats going on?" "I am going to band practice want to come with me?" "Yeah, I miss you Ive been meaning to call, but I lost your number?" "Shut the hell up, you didn't lose my number, but I still like you, get in the car." I had no reservations when I was 18, I was blunt, bitchy, and sexy all at the same time. I think part of the reason Spike liked me is because I was one of the few people that would just call him out and tear him apart. I never held back, which was extremely difficult when we argued but extremely beautiful when I spoke honestly to him. I never lied. I was a pure unabridged human being at the time. What proceeded was the very moment when Spike became William, his real name. We were no longer a flipping lighswitch, we were both older, and it was on.
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Posted by LivesLikeLife on 2008-05-20 22:10:51 | Rating: | Views: 107
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Nice one dear..... pretty nostalgic and painful.... Beautiful.....
Seems you have had a hard time coming out of all those memories.....
Lord Bless you pal.....
Love
Ilashree Goswami
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Posted by AakashInMe
on 2008-05-21 05:45:52
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