So here's how it all started;
In a ninth grade english class.... you were just some cute kid across the room.
We started sitting together, and after a week, it was clear; I kinda liked you.
I got to know you, you were nice, you were funny, you weren't like anyone else.
Turns out, you had just as much of a bad past as I do, we both wear fake smiles. We talked every day, and we became something.... but that something faded.
Tenth grade, our friends were friends, but we weren't. I guess we both moved on..
You were talking to some girl, and I was dating the biggest mistake of my life.
I remember staying up talking to you occasionally, you were always there for me.
Even after all this time, I trusted you with everything. I didn't exactly know why.
Sometimes when we'd talk, I'd think about how it used to be; I still liked you.
I kept my distance, not ready to fall, too scared to get hurt again.
Present day eleventh grade, we're together and I've never been happier.
Now its butterflies, goofy pictures, cuddling, holding hands, staying out past
curfew, and falling asleep on the phone because no one wants to hang up.
Looking back, if you were to tell me we'd end up together, I'd never believe it,
even though our friends "knew it" but I'm beyond happy that we did.
It just goes to show,
You never know what could happen
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