Open Letters

Dear love,

     Coming out of some pretty crappy relationships, I thought that my judgment was flawed. I deemed myself unworthy of a full-hearted relationship, because I simply couldn’t find that ‘one person.’ I was searching for that one person who’s eyes would light up when they saw me. That one person who couldn’t go more than a few hours without talking to me. That one person who could tell me anything. That one person who didn’t try to make me jealous. I spent so much time with the wrong people and began to think that I would never find the right person.

     When I first saw you, I thought you were pretty handsome. You were a little on the dorky side, but I thought it was cute. You had the most amazing smile and the cutest blue/grey eyes. I was surprised when you came up and talked to me. I really wasn’t expecting it. I was even more surprised when you friended me on Facebook shortly after. Of course, I couldn’t help but to accept.

     Our conversations on Facebook started out to be pretty normal. We talked about music, food, and school junk. I really enjoyed getting to know you. I also enjoyed the fact that you appreciated my over-use of emoticons 🙂 Our conversations weren’t ever flirty, so I couldn’t pick up how you felt about me.

     I know that we talk about it a lot, but seeing you outside of work for the first time made me so nervous. I tried on about a dozen outfits and had to remind myself to breathe. The drive to Steak ‘N Shake was probably one of the worst drives that I’ve ever taken. I was anxious and I thought that I was going to pass out. I just wanted you to like me. Of course, everything turned out perfectly. We were both socially awkward and it was amazing.

     On September 7, 2013 something incredible happened. It was the night we went bowling and then afterwards we went back to my house. Before we went our separate ways, you asked me out. We celebrated by sharing our first kiss and then we parted. After you left, there was a sort of knot in my stomach. I was happy and excited and a little bit afraid. I was really hoping that my judgment wouldn’t let me down again.

     After almost seven months, I can honestly say that you are that ‘one person’ that I was looking for. I can see your eyes light up when you see me and you do everything that you can to ensure that we don’t go too long without talking to each other. I’m pretty sure that you tell me almost everything and you don’t try to make me jealous. We never get bored with each other even when we’re doing tedious things. We make each other smile and laugh. We definitely have something special.

     I know that some people would say “you’re too young to know what love is.” I think they’re wrong. We are young, but that just means that we love more passionately and freely. I know for a fact that I want to spend a very long time with you. By that I mean, pretty much forever.

     I love you, Matt. Thank you for making this the best almost seven months that I have ever had. And here’s to the many, many, many, many, many, many more months to come.

                                                                                                                       Love,

                                                                                                                       Shay

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The “Creative” Type

    “Oh, you write? You must be the creative type.”

     “Oh, you have glitter on your nails? You must be the creative type.”

     “Oh, you doodled something? You must be the creative type.”

I’m not saying that I take it as an insult that people consider me to be creative. I just don’t understand what the “creative type” is. What separates the things that I do from everyone else?

I would consider myself to be painfully ordinary, so it comes as a surprise when someone comments on how something that I do is creative.

This post really isn’t much of anything.

Let’s Try to Get This Going Again

 I know that I’ve neglected this for a very long time, but I’m going to start blogging again on a semi-regular basis. We’ve got a lot to catch up on, so let’s get started.

     As a senior in high school, things have been a little hectic around here. I’ve been trying to keep up with my grades, get everything together for college, and balance a work and social life at the same time. I’m not trying to say that I’m taking on much more than anyone else, but it’s stressful.  

     I’m proud to say that my grades in school are the best that they’ve ever been. I currently have a 3.45 GPA. I know that it’s not remarkable, but I don’t think that it’s anything to scoff at either. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished through my academic career.

     I’m a little stressed out about college stuff. There’s a lot to do and I feel completely lost. I’ve applied, been accepted, and filled out FAFSA. I’m currently working on my housing agreement and applying to my major. On top of all that, I’m also working on scholarships. It’s a lot to do and the cost of college is weighing super heavily on my mind.