Those who got away

The boy next door

{POV] A seventeen year old girl in love with a seventeen year old boy

     It's the 29th of January, and tomorrow is me and my boyfriends eighteenth birthday, or the day we find out if we live or die. I barely remember when I was excited for my birthday. Before, it was just one more day getting me closer and closer to that day. I cannot even imagine dying and leaving everyone, or the loss of my friends, family and boyfriend. I do not know how to react if he dies. My boyfriend is the truest, unselfish, most kindest and beautiful man I know. We fell in love two years ago, but we have known each other our whole childhood since we are neighbors. He is the boy next door. He is my best friend and most importantly, he is the love of my life.

Talking about my boyfriend, here he is. Picking me up for school. I hugged my mom goodbye, a long lasting, filled with love hug and I kissed her on the cheek. She's been really anxious and nervous for years, but even more this past week. We've been so close my whole life. She is my rock, and I know I am hers too. There has only been me and her my whole life, which means we've gotten dependent on each other. My mom got pregnant a night out drinking and unfortunately sex with a stranger. This stranger is most likely my father, but we don't know who he is. He left her the next morning. I heard the honk from my boyfriends car, so I let go of my mom, sending her a slight small smile before heading out.

The look of my boyfriend brought me a bigger smile. He is looking so handsome with his black leather jacket, pulled back hair and jeans. That is my man, I thought. My man indeed. I ran to him and gave him the biggest kiss of the century, like there was no tomorrow. At this exact moment, I am completely and utterly happy. I was feeling overwhelmed by the happiness. His kiss is so smooth and nice. Our lips moved in sync. Not too wet and not too dry. It was just perfect.

When he pulled away slowly, I looked up at him in admiration and said "I am so proud of who you've become. I love you so much". This brought a big smirk on his lips, which followed by a quick, small kiss on the cheek.

He opened the door for me and as I was about to go in, he smacked me on my ass. I put my hand over my mouth and gasped in a jokingly matter. "How dare you, sir!". We laughed and drove off on our way to the school. He put his hand on my thigh, and that gave me butterflies in my stomach and lust of wanting to notion him to move further up. I let that thought fly away for now.

The first hours of school is always the worst. The numerous of minutes going by as we are all just waiting and longing for the lunch recess to come faster. The sound of the bell sent joy in my body, and my stomach which has been making grr sounds multiple times in the class.

Me and boyfriend went together hand in hand to the lunch room. I watched a girl and boy we walked passed, he was giving the girl a rose and she was squealing of excitement and happiness over that rose. The rose sent me some flashbacks involving me and my boyfriends, our first date. He had just admitted his feelings for me for the first time and asked me out on a real date. We've had sparks for many years, but none of us reacted to it, since we were quite young and not that experienced on how to handle having a crush.

He had actually picked me up at my house, bought me a single red rose, taken me to a picnic and been every girl dream man, and created every girls dream date. I found out later that he had seen ten romantic movies before this date to figure out how to impress me, including the classics, the titanic, the notebook, grease. But that single rose have been our symbol of love all these years.

I remember the first thing he said when I opened the door and held out the rose. He said "I might not have a bouquet of hundred roses right now, but this simple rose is just one rose out of a million I will give you if you give me a chance".