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| 2 years ago- Our most recent picture together |
I was 15 years old, a sophomore in high school, the day I first noticed him.
I was walking through the open walkway at old Mesquite High School, weaving in and out of people, late to my next class. I looked up and saw him just as he walked past me. It felt like someone had sucked the air right out of my chest.
I turned around to get another glimpse and nearly stopped walking this was a HUGE no-no at MHS that would have most definitely resulted in me being run over or at the very least screamed at by a passersby... imagine stopping your car in the middle of a freeway!
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| The place where it all went down |
I went on to class but couldn't stop thinking about Mystery Guy.
By the end of the week I had seen him at least a dozen times and even managed to make eye contact with him a time or two but I still knew nothing about him.
I told all my friends about Mystery Guy and started to take note of when and where I was passing him in the hallways. Sounds a bit stalker-ish huh? I still remember the end of 1st, 2nd, & 5th period making sure my hair and make-up looked perfect and nearly hyperventilating as I left the classroom.
After a couple weeks of this he seemed to notice me too. We would make eye contact and smile a bit. We seemed to be flirting yet we had still never spoken a word to each other.
One day, I walked into my 3rd period science class and found half of my classmates looking through their yearbooks. I grabbed one and frantically started flipping through. I had to know his name.
I started calculating in my head... I didn't think he was quite a senior but I knew he was older than me... so I started looking through the juniors first. I scanned the pictures quickly, determined to find him before the teacher demanded I put the yearbook away.
And there he was...
Michael Cantu
His named seemed familiar to me but I couldn't figure out how or why. I was just so excited to know his name. I instantly started gushing to my friends and classmates about Michael Cantu.
In my history class later that same day I talked about him to a couple of guys.
"Oh yeah... I know Mike"
I think I nearly passed out.
That poor guy, Daniel was his name, didn't know what he was getting into. I interrogated him for a week... I needed to know everything he could tell me about Michael Cantu.
I learned that he played baseball, he was a really good guy, he had a couple of brothers and that he really liked another girl. I tried until I was blue in the face to get more out of him about this crush of his. What did she look like? Was she pretty? What was her name? All he would tell me was that her name was Brenda.
At some point Daniel must have become sick of me and agreed to help me meet Mr. Michael Cantu. The next day he told me he would introduce us after class. I followed him down the stairs of C-Hall, fighting off the urge to run the other way.
And there stood Michael Cantu, waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Daniel introduced us and left quickly and we stood there staring at each other in the most awkward, painful silence ever experienced by two people. We both tried desperately to spark a conversation with each other but we just couldn't seem to get anything going. It was every teenager's worst nightmare. Finally Michael Cantu said he had to go to class...
"nice to meet you"...
"yeah... you too" I said
"what was your name again?"
"Breeana" I answered as I turned around
"oh... I thought it was Brenda... bye" he said laughing
I, still, to this day, can't hear the name "Brenda" without grinning ear to ear.
It turns out we had a class together at the very beginning of the year but I was moved out of it. Mike had been eying me since the first day of school but had my name mixed up.
Eventually Michael and I started dating and before long I was "Mike's girl".
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| My Senior Prom |
Nine years ago today, I became "Mike's wife".
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| He was 20 & I was 19 & waiting just didn't make any sense to us. |
He is a beautiful man with the most amazing soul. He makes me laugh like no one else can and still makes my toes curl up like a love struck 15 year old.
Notice the lack of pictures? Last month my darling husband threw most of them and my WEDDING DRESS away by accident... he was forced to retrieve the dress from the dump but the pictures were never found... yeah he's still sort of in trouble for it and I make sure to bring it up whenever possible... secrets to a healthy marriage huh?
