Jake and I were high school sweethearts.
I was fifteen and he was seventeen when we first met. He was in my freshman keyboarding class, and that's the first time I saw him. He got my number from a mutual friend, and called me almost every day for months on end. We spent almost my whole sophomore year as super close friends, until one June night he finally asked me to be his girlfriend.
I fell for him almost instantly. It didn't take long at all before I knew that he was the one for me.
We spend all of our high school careers together. I cheered him on the day he graduated, and he did the same for me a year later. We were best friends. We were inseparable.
Despite my out of this world, heart pounding love for him, the summer after I graduated I had a change of heart. We had started to argue a lot and I wanted to spend more time with my friends & see what else was out there. One July night after I'd just finished my waitressing shift at Pizza Hut, I called it quits, a couple weeks after our two year anniversary.
The initial break up was hard. But the more I went out with my friends, and the more he saw his..it got easier. I met another guy and he dated other girls. My heart still ached for him, almost constantly..but I thought it was normal since he had been my first love. I spent that whole summer and most of fall away from my life with him. I was sure that I didn't love him anymore and that life with him really was over forever.
All that ended one chilly November night. I called him. I had been fighting with my mom and just feeling really down, I really needed someone who "got" me. I tried to remember the last time that I had felt "gotten"..and it was with Jake. So, for some reason..something took over me & after all that time I called him. Without hesitation, he drove to my house and picked me up. I pretty much never went back home after that!
We got back together very shortly after, and I had never felt so happy or content with anything or anyone in my whole life.
Although not by much, we were older. We had grown and matured during our time apart, and we seemed to "fit" together so much better. I was 18 and he was 20. There was no curfew, no school in the morning, no parents telling us what to do..we just got to be us. It was amazing.
The holidays passed and spring had started to set in. I had been feeling a little off, so I decided to take a pregnancy test.
Positive it was, and at the time - it was the biggest shock of my lifetime. It was unplanned, unexpected, and a huge surprise. Regardless, we adjusted. We did it. We still are doing it. Every single day. We are Mama and Dada. We are in love, and we are truly "living the dream.."
I'm not sure what I did to become so lucky...