walks by me everyday... her and love are the same.

     This blog begins in September of 2000. In quite possibly, the worst place in the world... Math class. Mr. Rau's pre-algebra class was pretty much my least favorite place to be, due to the fact that I loathe the subject entirely. Even as a 14 year old kid I knew that I didn't care to work with numbers... thats what accountants are for right? Well, for this reason, I hardly ever went to class, and if I was, I was late. I had the best friend a carefree girl could have. Renisha Allen. She talked some sense into my ass, telling me the obvious. If I didn't pay attention and get my shit together, I would get awful grades, not graduate, and pretty much never amount to anything. So, I started going to class, paying attention, doing my work.
       And I noticed him. Not that I hadn't noticed him before, because I had. I noticed his hair. Oh GOD all that hair lol. I remember thinking, why the hell is his hair orange? I noticed his clothes too, another eww. Thank the Lord he got comfortable with himself and started dressing the way he does now. I remember the first thing he said to me, you might be thinking, awwww... don't. He was so rude! It was, and I quote "why are you always late, why do you even bother coming?" and I thought... Why do you even care? But then I saw him smile. All these years later, I still remember the way that his teeth glinted in that crappy light, the way his cheeks made his eyes squint. And then I noticed his eyes. They were so pretty. His eyelashes were so long and black, and his eyes were so brown, so dark brown, but they shined.
      I thought he was beautiful. We would talk, chit chat, nothing more really, just small talk, just so that I could make him smile, I loved seeing it so much. Then one day it happened. It was customary back in the day to bring your CD player to school, since, you know, we didn't have iPods yet.  I asked him what he was listening to, and he said Dru Hill. I told him I loved THEM. To a true Dru Hill fan, this is a HUGE distinction, huge because most people thought (and still, irritatingly enough, think) that Dru Hill was Sisqo. This was a big deal to us because we both knew they were a bad, and we both knew their songs. We talked about them for such a long time that day. He told me to listen to Beauty.
     Even though I pushed it off as a crush... I had fallen in love.