The Story We Can't Speak Of

Until Now.

Welcome to the untold story of the greatest summer of all time. As this story was unfolding, it wouldn't have been to classy to chronicle it on the blog, but every story deserves to see the light of day when its time is right. Now if you're reading this post I either told you about it, or you are an avid reader who decided to dive into the archives and check out stories of yore.

Around the time that the Spring semester ended, I started to have feelings for this girl that I knew. Over the past month or so we had spent a lot of time together, however, there were certain extenuating circumstances which led me to believe pursuing said interest was not too good of an idea, so I figured I would keep it strictly platonic. As the summer progressed and I continued talking to this girl I knew. While we talked on AIM we played Truth (it's self explanatory). We alternated questions throughout the summer; we started with standard questions, then asked more probing ones. We spent the Fourth of July weekend together, had a blast, and then I went to Tahoe. While in Tahoe, I spent money so that I could gain the internet connection necessary to talk this girl. That's when it dawned on me, platonic was slowly leaving the picture. Unfortunately extenuating circumstances were not leaving the picture.

In the weeks after returning from Tahoe, I solicited advice from some people close to the situation. That's when Jon came up with this brilliant (sarcasm not included) idea. I would surprise this girl at her job (lifeguarding at a beach) complete with a story that I was going to see a Pawtucket Sox game with Jon. Then at 3:00 Jon would call me and say that he couldn't make it. Thus leaving me in Rhode Island with nothing to do. So the plan was executed perfectly and I spent the day with this girl. While she was at work we continued to play our game of Truth. As the day went on I started to drop some subtle hints as to how I felt, she mirrored my statements, however, they were too subtle to assume anything (ie the PDA). Really I was just hoping that she would make the first move because like so many Americans I'm not much a fan of failure.

Things progressed as the day went on, then around 11:10 PM EST, I somehow decided to throw caution to the wind. After an hour or so of listening to the mixes we both recently made (both made with ulterior motives), I played the song "Far Away," and leaned in for the kiss. As it turned out we both had the same feelings, for a similar amount of time, and both of us were concerned with the extenuating circumstances.

Now it's over five months later and I'll never forget anything that happened that day. I'm not hesitant to say (although I may hesitate as I say it) those three words which are something new to me.

Lastly, I leave you with this story. And when I say you, Tara, I think your the only one reading this post. As we were walking out of Inty after New Year's, you kissed me and said that you loved me. I froze because I couldn't even describe how that made me feel. I returned the sentiment because now for the first time ever I can say this to someone:
Tara, I Love You