As of today, June 20th, I will have been officially dating him for a half of a year. We met in the seventh grade. We were stand partners in one of the smallest cello sections I’ve been in. There were only 4 of us and automatically, I felt a gravitation towards him. To this day, I can’t tell you why. All I knew was that he was important and I needed to stick with him.
Once we hit high school, we were pretty much inseparable
Every orchestra festival, there was always a seat saved. We’d joke around, listen to amazing music and just have a great time.
Sophomore year, we both advanced into the next group. We still sat together during festival and gradually spent more time together. Both of us signed up for pit orchestra and had the best time of our lives. We even spent time together on a school trip to California, even though we were on separate buses.
I was going through some of the toughest things I had faced and didn’t audition to move up. He on the other hand, was so incredibly talented and went for it. He made it. All of a sudden , I realized. Here is the separation. I don’t want it at all.
Junior year, we didn’t see each other much. Orchestra festivals were our time but it was rare. A seat was still saved, but it was a bit sad. January hit and with buzz over Sadie Hawkins and the up coming New York trip, I decided to ask him to the dance. He said yes and we started texting back an forth.
When we landed in New York, he checked in on me as we loaded up the bus, knowing my fear of flying. He still saved a seat for me on the bus and we toured the city together. These memories are something I will remember forever.
It was a whirlwind. The best whirlwind. We came home at midnight on Friday and the dance was Saturday.
He was terribly sick but wanted me to have a fun night. And that we did. Everything was fantastic. But I made sure he get sufficient rest after it was all done
For that point forward, we never stopped texting. Every week I realized that I was falling and super hard. I knew the feelings had been housed there for a while, I just ignored them. Now, there was no ignoring. It had become physically impossible.
We were together just about everyday that summer. He saw me through a house flood, I saw him through the death of his beloved dog. We leaned on each other more than ever.
Senior year arrived and we were super close again. We had lunch together and so many memories were created.
We went on lots of adventures that first semester. Mall scavenger hunts, ice skating , lanterns and the symphony. It was kinda magical.
December hit and I was stressed to the max, as was he. So we went for fro yo as usual to just treat ourselves. I was spilling my guts about my stress and some how we got to the topic of dating and feelings. I hinted, so did he but neither said a word. I had said everything else and my soul was feeling really light but that feeling was so heavy. So I let it go. I spilled it to him. And it felt so good.
To my surprise, he spilled his guts a bit too. The feelings were oh so mutual. We decided to postpone a relationship talk till after finals. The day school let out, we got fro yo and had the talk. Our relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend began. That day was December 20th.
April came and prom asks were happening left and right. And I got mine, a simple rose
He listened to me go on and on about Beauty and the Beast and decided I needed a prince for the ball and a rose of my own. I couldn’t be more excited.
And then it happened
Senior Prom. Just as I had imagined it when I was little. I spent the night dancing my feet till they were blistered and enjoying a night with a dreamy guy, in a beautiful dress . It was the cliche high school movie ending.
We reached the end. Laughter, tears and happiness all in one night. We had stood by each other for 6 years. This night was no different.
And now we cut to present time. June 20th, half a year later. It’s been an amazing half and I look forward to more if God so permits. I can’t thank the Lord enough for him. He is my guardian angel and my support . What the future holds is unclear but, as I reflect on this big milestone, I know that I would relive these 6 months in a heartbeat. So here’s to more Kelton.
Keep smiling handsome.