Omg. So yall already know these tipsy talks are very random and probably not politically correct. Punctuation might be off. Spelling may not be all the way correct. But ya know what? It's okay. Sooooo yeah.
Man. **inserts crying face emoji**.
Yall just DONT KNOW. This man, this man caught my eye when I was 11 years old in the hallways of Paul Revere Middle School. 11 years old. I COULD JUST CRY RIGHT NOW.
I still remember the day he first spoke to me. It was easy to remember because it was my 12th birthday. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was asking somebody for some money because it was my birthday and he passed by me and said "happy birthday. I would give you a dollar but I dont got it." GIRRRRLLLLLLL. I just about melted in my whole body. Whatever my body was feeling in that moment, I knew nothing of it. I had never felt that feeling before, ever. When I heard that New Orleans accent, I almost died right there on the pale, cold, hard, middle school floor. I knew of him, but had never exchanged words until that day. He was so fine, walking up and down them hallways all year like he owned them, and he did. He was in 7th grade and I was in 6th. So of course, naturally, somebody older than me who's fine, funny, and got that accent? Lord Jesus, help me. Now, I know what ya'll are thinking. Her little fast ass at 11 years old feeling all these different ways. Ehh, yeah yeah, laugh it up... and bite me!
It was always something about him that just, caught my eye and made me feel good. But, obviously I didn't have classes with him because we were in different grades. But I saw him in passing, and I asked my other friends about him. He was just, my everything, without even knowing it. Now, I wasn't a ugly kid by any means. But lets just say I did have a little glow up. So, in 6th grade, I wasn't as confident as I was in High School. So, OF COURSE, I never approached him. But there he was, on my birthday, actually speaking to me. After an entire year.
My 6th grade year was just 2 years after Katrina, and so my middle school was filled with people who came from Louisiana. It was a whole new world for people in Texas. Especially for kids in school. Here are these people from a whole different world it feels like. Bringing uniqueness to our city and schools. I loved it. I didn't love their situation, but I loved being around people who at the time to me seemed like they were from a different world. I was fascinated. But it wasn't JUST that he was from Louisiana that fascinated me, it was his demeanor. His aura. His light. His smile. His... everything. Everything about him sent chills up my body and at that time, I was so young. I didn't understand what was happening within my mind and my heart. All I knew was, I needed him. I needed him in my life and I didn't care how he was there. As an associate, as a friend, as a boyfriend, I didn't care. I just needed him to be somebody who I interacted with on a daily. My heart ached on days we didn't speak. On days I didn't see him clowning in the hallway. All I did was look for him in the sea of people everyday in the hallways.
Yeah, I know. Yall probably think I was some little nerd ass girl being all weird and shit. No ma'am. I've had game since I came out the womb. LOL! Nah, foreal though. I wasn't desperate for nobody. I've always had MY PICK. Whoever I wanted, I got. But, Jeremy was different. Yeah, he was my first love (which I'll get into detail about how we got together for the first time in another post), but even though he was my first love, before we even got together, I knew something was different about him. It shows now more than ever. I guess my heart always knew. Because back then, he was always clowning and being funny. That's what everyone knew him as. Even when we finally exchanged Myspace names and all back then, I was still only 12 years old. I didn't really see the difference in him from other dudes because I was a youngin'. Not only that, but I had nobody to compare him to. He was the first boy I let into my heart, my mind, and the first boy I made my boyfriend. Looking back, I see how he was different. Even though he was still a little immature. He was still more mature than any dude in my class. He still called me all the sweet names I loved to hear. He still saw me for who I was. He still saw the potential in me that I am today. He still chose me back then. Out of all the other girls he could've had. He chose me. Yeah, we didn't last, obviously. We were so young. But, we knew then, just as we know now.
I had my time to go out in the world and find other love. Which I found. We didn't always know we would end up together. There was a period of time when I didn't think we'd ever speak again. And, in a way, came to terms with that.
Fast forward to years and years later, here we are. Together, with a family, a beautiful daughter and my handsome son he calls his own. If you would've told me this when I was 12, I would've passed THE F*CK OUT. A life and kids with Jeremy?! The Jeremy from the 7th grade hall? With the heavy accent? That Jeremy?! You lyin'. LOL. I would've never believed it. But here it is. I am living my absolute dream. This man has been everything I've dreamed of and more. He found me again, broken from a really hard relationship and he helped me put my pieces back together. He swooped me up and has treated me as queen ever sense.
I got my happily ever after and I will FIGHT like hell to keep it.