After that night, Imogen and I were closer than ever. She didn't care what other people thought of her anymore. I was so thankful for that. I felt like now we could be happy. We could finally be our true selves without interruption of anything. Of course, people still took jabs at us, but we ignored them. It wasn't easy being the only openly gay couple at school. But sometimes, we took pride in it. And we hoped that other people would use us as inspiration to coming out of the closet, and being a gay couple. We wanted to help other people deal with those issues.
So we went on dates. We had movie nights, dinner nights, nights where we did nothing at all but hold each other. I loved spending time with her, every moment was a blessing. It was so perfect, and just better than anything I could have ever imagined in life. This was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Even though it was the only relationship I had ever been in, I loved it, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Life with Imogen was better than amazing, it was indescribable. Imogen completed me, and I hoped she felt the same about me. But I'm sure she did. Our love was more than mutual, sometimes I even felt like we loved each other too much.
But too much love was never, ever a problem.
Soon, our junior year was coming to an end. We took our final exams, we passed all of our classes. School let out, and we spent the entire summer together, which was easy because my parents traveled the world, and her parents were doctors, so they were busy all the time. So we were almost always together, heck, she had practically moved in over the summer. She had all her stuff at the condo anyway. There wasn't a day that we weren't together. We loved being with one another, and we hated being apart. We couldn't stand to be away from each other for more than a day. It drove us crazy, and even when we weren't together, we were talking on the phone, or skyping, or texting, or something like that.
We went camping, and I learned that smores are Imogen's favorite snack. We watched the stars on my condo balcony, and I learned that night time is her favorite time of day. We went to the beach, and I learned that she loved to build sand castles on the shore. We went shopping, and I learned that she loved sun dresses. We went for long walks, and I learned that she loves piggy back rides. I learned so much about her. We were soul mates. We were meant for each other, and I knew that for sure deep down in my heart of hearts.
Everything was perfection.
After summer, our senior year started. We had done our schedules so that we had every single class together. We had wanted to make as many memories as possible through this. Our senior year was filled with so many special memories. We were planning our future together, and we didn't do anything until we questioned each other about it first. It was great, and we were happy. I even proposed to Imogen on the first day of school, as a joke, but on the inside I really meant it. She said yes, and instead of wedding rings, we had wedding bracelets. They were friendship charm bracelets, and Imogen loved hers. I mean, technically we were engaged, but I didn't think Imogen thought I was serious.
Graduation was sad, but we knew that even though school was over, we were definitely not over. In fact, this was just the beginning. She was my first love, my high school sweetheart, and now we were going to get to build our lives together. Nothing could stop us now. We were going to be together forever, like we promised. Nothing was going to take that away. We would just be adults now, instead of high school students, and people would take our relationship more seriously now that we weren't in high school anymore. They would know that it wasn't just a phase, and that Imogen and I loved each other more than life itself.
Things were going great, until the downfall began to happen. The summer after senior year, however, took a turn for the worse. It was completely and totally unexpected. Imogen came out of the closet to her parents, and told them she had been in a relationship with me for almost two years. That took some guts, and I was so so proud of her. Her parents were pretty pissed, and hurt that her daughter was gay. I don't know what made them do it, but they kicked Imogen out, and said that they wouldn't talk to her anymore. Imogen was depressed for a while, but I understood. I was there with her every single step of the way, just to make sure that she didn't do anything stupid, and so that I could make her feel better.
I let her move into my condo, and we were going to start a life of our own, together. We redecorated to both of our likings, and started looking for jobs and everything. We were just happy to be together. Nothing was going to stop us. We were in this for life, and we weren't going to let her parents or anything else get in our way. I told her that they might come around eventually, but she said that I didn't know them like she did, and that they were serious about not talking to her anymore. But honestly, we didn't need them. And they would definitely regret shunning their daughter like that.
"I love you Imogen." I told her, "And we are going to make it all the way. I promise."