I beat him in a swim race

Any time we get together, we have so much fun.  My favorite weekend was when we stayed in Garland. We had gone to the grocery store and were about to go back to the hotel, when we saw a sign for Hurricane Harbor.  I had been bragging to him about what a good swimmer I was and he was bragging to me what a good swimmer he was. We decided we needed to go to Hurricane Harbor and find out who was the better swimmer. We took over the place laughing and acting silly the whole time.  We went to the wave pool and had a swim race.  Even the lifeguards were watching us. I’m sure they were all envious of how much fun we were having.  There were so many people in the wave pool, so I assessed the situation and took off swimming.  In the end, the lifeguards declared me the winner.  He still doesn’t like to admit that I beat him and says he had too many obstacles.  (He should have planned his swim better if he thinks that is the reason I won.)  After the swim, we went on lots of slides and had so much fun. One of the last ones we went down together, we fell off the tube and banged ourselves up. When we got out, I saw blood streaming down his face.  We went to the clinic and they cleaned him all up.  I bruised up my hand, so they gave me some ice.  We were still having so much fun.  We decided to go to the lazy river and we saw everyone putting up their tubes.  When we got there, they told us that they were closing.  We were like little kids, so disappointed.  We hated to leave. We went back to the hotel room and went to the hotel pool.  We eventually ended up getting kicked out of there too.  I think we may have too much fun together!  The next day he had to leave for his cruise.  I was so sad to see him go.  That next week was one of the hardest weeks I’ve ever had.


My Best Friend

When i got home from our trip down the river i had felt like she really wanted to text as bad as i did. when we first atarted texting i just felt like she was a girl that was fun and intresting. after we texted for a couple of monthuls i a

started feeling an attatchment almost like i needed to text her or to feel connected to her. how could this innocent friend text relationship take on a life of its own. Soon everymorning i would wake up and hurry to work just so i could text her. at this time we didnt text on the way there we just texted when we were there. i would get to work and text her something like good morning and she would always respond with something real witty and it would make my day. As the days sent on we would talk about real everyday life and i so ecame dependant on her s a friend. My whole life i have been the guy that nver needeed or wanted a best friend because my past experiences taught me to never trust anyone. Courtney became my best frient thru several months of just talking and sharing our lives together everyday. She would tell me about her day and i would tell her about mine. soon even before we met i kne that i had met my best friend ant the girl that i wanted to share the rest of my life with. The phrase best frient sounds kinda corny but when you meet your best friend you know it in your heart and it is real. omg i had met my best friend for life and i was not even looking. thats just shows how much i loved this girl!

I love you

I remember that we were texting and I was already falling in love with him.  We both felt such a connection with each other. It was a little scary how much I needed him in my life, but I knew that he was perfect. We had some conversation and I told him I already knew I loved him.  I didn’t really know how much I would come to love him, but I loved him. He always would tell me he adored me. That was enough for me at the time. One day he finally told me he loved me too. I think he felt like he had to since I had already told him, but really, I knew he did, even if it was just a surface kind of love.  Since then, we have never looked back. We never miss a chance to tell each other we love each other.  We will wake up in the middle of the night and just text that to each other all the time.  Sometimes, he will ask if he’s told me that yet during the day. Even if he has, I say no, just so he can tell me it again. I never get tired of telling him I love him or hearing that he loves me.  I know that sounds so hokey, but the funny thing is that he’s the only person I have ever told that to all the time. I may say it every once in awhile, but never every day or even several times a day. I just love him so much and can’t get enough of him. 

In The Car Texting

It was the Summer and I took Lindsay and Scott and some of the friends Tubing down the River. I was missing her since i have not text her all day since i had to drive and float down the River. After dinner we were walking out to the car so i texted her and she immediately responded like she waw just waiting on me to text. I can remember everybody shopping and me for the first time ever not wanting to go with everyone so i could just sit in ca and text her. It was the first time that i text her outside of being at work and i can remember how excited i was that we were texting. I told her all about the trip and i can rmemeber thinking about how badly i would love to go down the river with her. I told her about the Restaurant we ate at and she said whe was gonna go there and eat when she went the river and she actually went there. We went to the movies that night and i remember texting her in the movies. This is when i started feeling like i could trust her and felt like we were really becoming good friends. I remember feeling so happy that i had met this wonderful girl!!!!

I saw his face

Even though we talked on the phone some, we mostly texted with each other.  I came to be so dependent on him.  When anything happened to me, good or bad, I wanted him to be the first to know about it.  We decided we needed to see each other.  We were so infatuated with each other.  I already was falling in love with him before I had ever met him.  I was going to be in town one weekend to go to the State Fair, so we made plans for me to come by his work.  We were flirting so much by this time, that I was scared that when we met, he would be disappointed in how I looked in real life, or that we wouldn’t have the same kind of chemistry in person.  I made plans to go see him at his work, but something came up, I was running late and all my friends were rushing me to meet them to go to Fair.  I didn’t care.  I had to meet him, even if it was for a minute.  I went up to his work and he got in my car for a few minutes. We just looked at each other and smiled and I knew he was someone special.  I knew that wasn’t going to be the last time I saw him!!

it was all new to me

After we started chatting everyday, I knew that I wanted to talk to this girl everyday. I couldn’t wait to get to work just so i could chat with her. There was something so different about her and I could not get enough of her. My whole life I have talked with girls and guys and they bore me so much that I just forget about them, but this amazing girl had me wanting her everyday. We talked for several weeks and she told me she was going out of town and i kinda panicked because I was getting so attached to her that I needed to talk to her, I asked her for her phone number so I could text and that was the best thing I have ever done in my life was getting her number. I remember the first time I texted her and she texted me back that my heart skipped a beat that she had texted me back. Even to this day, when she texts me I get so excited that it still feels like the first time. This started out texting relationship.

The beginning

Almost immediately after I gave him my number, we started texting every day.  We talked about everything. I couldn’t wait to get texts from him.  We went from texting a couple of times a day to texting all day.  We became best friends before we ever even spoke to each other.  One day we started texting about how we had never even heard each others voice.  We decided we needed to talk. I remember the first time I heard his voice.  It didn’t really sound like I thought it would, but there was something about it that was so comfortable.  I can’t explain it, but it was like home.  Even though we had talked, we continued mostly texting each other for several more months and we would talk on the phone sporadically.  We soon started talking about how we would like to meet each other.  I live in a different city than him, so that wasn’t going to be easy.