So, this story starts with a boy, not just any boy, a boy that would completely change my life in more ways than one.
I met him in the seventh grade in social studies class, we sat in the same big round table. He's name was John but everyone called him Patrik. Patrik was his middle name, he was John jr., his father's name is also John. I would sometimes call him John to annoy him, he would never answer back until I said, "fine, patrik."
Everyday he would talk to me and would I talk back, we would tease and poke each other, we had no idea we were flirting, I mean we were 12 years old. Our talking grew relentless, so much in fact our teacher changed my seat saying , "well you two definitely like each other." We scoffed and made faces as if we were repulsed by each other. This seventh grade teacher was so very right, we would like each other one day, and one day we would love each other.