How It Began.
Anthony and I didn’t instantly fall in love. We didn’t meet each other and realize that we were going to be with one another. Our story is a little more interesting.
The first time I met Anthony, I already had a boyfriend. They ended up being friends, and I ended up kind of liking Anthony. But because I was already in a relationship, I didn’t want the feelings to grow, so I started to be mean to him. Like little kids who hit the person they like. Immature? Yes. Effective? Very.
It went on like this for a few months. He tried teasing me by saying he loved my boyfriend more than I did; I would respond with some sort of sarcasm. For the longest time, I didn’t think much of it. He was just the annoying Mexican that worked at Whataburger and played guitar like some sort of god.
Then, I remember beginning to see Anthony talk to other girls. He never had any official relationships that I knew of, but I started to get really jealous. I didn’t know why it bothered me so much, at first. I finally just decided that I didn’t want to see him with any other girl because I didn’t think they would be able to make him happy. That seemed rational? But the truth was that I had deep rooted feelings for Anthony that I kept trying to repress.
A few more months passed, and I started to have problems with my boyfriend. During this time, I would talk to Anthony. At first, I felt like I was bothering him with my problems, but he stayed there for me. One specific day, that I will never forget, I was texting Anthony. I was upset because of things that had happened between my boyfriend and I, and I told him, “I’m sorry, I’m just a mess.” And Anthony’s response was, “You’re not a mess. Your God’s masterpiece.”
And that’s what did it. The passed year I had spent trying to focus on my current relationship and ignore my feelings for Anthony was put to waste when he said that. It was then that I realized how much I had felt for him and cared about him.
Needless to say, not long after that, my boyfriend and I went our separate ways. I remember the day I told Anthony I liked him, HE DIDN’T BELIEVE ME. Because I had always been so mean to him, he really began to believe that I hated him! But shortly after my confession, and working to gain our parent’s approval, we became official. But that’s just how we started dating.
In all reality, I fell in love with Anthony before he even knew that I liked him. And I don’t regret it at all. He like’s to say that I’m “obsessed”(lol), but the truth is, I just adore him. He’s perfect for me in everyway. I could tell you so many memories that we’ve had. And, more than likely, I will start writing some of my favorite memories with him, like an actual story. But this is just the chronological order in which Anthony came into my life and completely changed it.:)