Until I Met Her

It’s funny to think that once I hate mushy things, and now I am sacrificing many things for my girlfriend.

           Back then, I told myself to just focus on the simplicity of life. I am a happy-go-lucky guy. There are also those times that I got my dark ages. I appreciate my world, but I’m not open in things like love.

            I know I am too young to think of it. I am a normal guy that gets my buddy stiffen when I see a sexy woman. Yes, I had crushes, but only to appreciate their beauty. I am not yet interested in getting involved in love stories. For me, my family and my friends are enough from God to consider my life happy.

            It was until I met her.

            From the start, I have a good feeling about her. But that time, I think of it as having a good friend out of her, not realizing that I fell in love with her. Form a guy like me who doesn’t even have any idea about these things, I was worried. But our story flows smoothly until we found ourselves bound in each other’s love. We have gone so many trials and stories in our relationship. But here I am, writing an essay as I wait for her.

            It’s now past six forty and my original dismissal from class is earlier in three o’clock, yet I am decided to wait for her willingly. I have so many other things to do, but I know I chose the right. Being in love while studying isn’t just having a distraction to your duties; sometimes it makes a passive and some quite lazy guy like me to strive more and got those high grades on my hands.