This Is My Fairytale

Every girl deserves a fairytale love. One where she and the guy connect in one glance, then live happily ever after. Or one where she swore she couldn’t stand him then fell madly in love with him. Although it seems so cliché to me, my story is exactly that.

The problem is I don’t do the fairytales and mushy stuff. I do love The Notebook, but I understand that movies are movies. I feel like if it happens, it happens, and if it doesn’t then it doesn’t. Things are what they are. No need to look for hidden massages.

But why write this blog? Because I look for it, no matter how much I try to deny it, I do. I analyze everything because I don’t want to miss it. I don’t want to lose him. This is my shot at my fairytale. I dare you to tell me I’m wrong.

In an earlier blog, A Golden Connection, I wrote about a guy who showed up 4 and a half months ago. That guy is still around; more now, than before. My mom used to take care of him when she first started her day care. He and I grew up together. We had crushes on each other, but at that age, it was so silly. Then, his mother moved and he stopped coming. I lost him, for 12 plus years. And one day, while I was on Facebook, he shows up.

It couldn’t get more movie-like than that. For a while, I fought to keep myself from getting too wrapped up in all the stories, but I can’t help it anymore. It’s not like I am overanalyzing anything. It’s sitting there right in front of me.

He said he had looked for me before, on MySpace, but I didn’t have one so he found nothing. He had to check Facebook. We exchanged numbers within that first night, he offering his first. Even in that first talk, he was the one that said we should get together soon. We did. Two days later. All of this was his idea and everything went fine. You would think we had never spent a day away from each other.

One night, he brought up plans, but said that’s months from now. I take this as a sign. He must be thinking of staying around. Why else would he have said it?

And it doesn’t stop there. We have been talking a lot lately and I’m starting to pick up on more things. Like when he started talking about his friends and said something about me hanging out with him and them. I hate to be this way, but that’s a good sign right?

Later, in that same conversation, we talked about his friends again. In talking about all of us hanging out together, he explained to me that he wants them to meet his girl. His girl! That’s what he called me! I don’t remember exactly how that conversation went, but he definitely said “my girl.” I poked fun at him for calling me that, especially since we haven’t established what we are, and he said I have always been his girl, ever since we were little. How cute is that?

When it comes to him and me, cute is my favorite word because it really is cute. Here is the guy I liked as a kid. My first kiss and now he’s back and giving me signs that he won’t be leaving anytime soon. You could say I am just being a girl and looking at things too specifically, but I don’t feel like it. I know that the movies and stories are just that, movies and stories, but sometimes they can be real life too. I think at least this time, for me, it is.

~Michelle Mitchell