That "Meant To Be" Feeling

I know many people on here have felt that "meant to be" feeling while finding their husband or wife. In fact, I know that Jennifer N. has a very interesting story about how she met her husband (I hope she doesn't mind that I mentioned her...lol), so I started thinking about my own relationship and how I feel about it. The best description I could come up with is "meant to be".

You see, my boyfriend and I met in Kindergarten and we've attended the same school ever since. We've been in the same class for all of our school career except for a couple grades. While he was not my first crush, I developed the biggest crush on him around 5th grade and it's been there ever since. Sure, I liked other people during that time, but always ended up back on him.

After many years of liking him, I ended up getting discouraged (and I didn't have the nerve to ask him out myself). My two best friends (who, ironically, are his two best friends as well) knew that I liked him. In fact, one of them decided to tell him last year to see what he would say. All that he said was he knew and he liked me too, but he didn't want to ask me out because he didn't want to ruin our friendship. Just what a guy would say, huh?

My friend told me that and I was extremely discouraged. I vowed that I wouldn't keep myself hung up on him if he didn't want to date. So, when I was asked to prom later that year, I agree to go with the senior who asked me. I took it one step further, though, and even tried to make Jake jealous by talking about it around him (childish, I know, but we're all prone to childish tendencies at some point). Nevertheless, I was asked out by my prom date and agreed to date him.

A little over a month into the relationship, though, I knew it wasn't going to work. We were alike only on paper, but there was nothing more than that. Plus, I still had strong feelings for Jake and it wasn't fair to him, so I ended up dumping him.

It was only a couple months after that, during school, that I decided that since this is my senior year I would go for it and put all my nervousness aside and ask Jake out. I called him up and asked him on a date and I got the answer: "I suppose" (greatest answer ever, isn't it?). He set it up with one of our mutual friends (the one who told him I liked him in the first place), and we went on a double date to the movies as our first date.

Six and a half months later, and here we are, planning on moving in together and starting our life after high school. His mother and I, just the other day, were going through his old pictures and she was telling me how she always thought I was pretty and she kept telling Jake he should call me, but he wouldn't. Then she winked at me and whispered, "I think it was because he liked you."

It's funny how some things work out, isn't it?