Lani's Story

Ok, I am so blown away by my little sister Lani that it isn't funny! Everyday I forget that she is 18 years old and growing up fast! I spoke to her on the phone yesterday and she told me to read this blog that she had written about her boyfriend. Now, before you start reading, I want you to know that Lani is NOT some flimsy little girl that crushes on every boy she meets! She hasn't EVER shown interest in the opposite sex until she met Jeremy. And now they are inseperable! And they don't spend every second they can making out either. Thier's is such a mature relationship it's amazing! They have been together just as long as Shane and I. And this is her story, in her own words, of course...

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Our story is different in so many ways and yet probably just the same as yours. I met him in 2007.

we didn't talk. but i definately saw him. i was in the state of mind that i was going to be above everyone and go through high school NOT dating. because unlike everyone, i had never dated in my life. lol. however, i gave myself some lee-way, and him to. and we began talking. innocently, he made me laugh. and i liked stumping him sometimes when he'd say something suave.

anyways, the story goes on, we talked for a couple of months or weeks or something; and he offered the option of 'someday' possibly dating. when he told me this, his statement immediately clashed with my NO DATING law and goal. i pretended it didn't mean anything, but i was surprisingly FLATTERED. lol.

anyways, we continued to talk and i noticed how attached i was getting to our 'little conversations' everyday. this scared me, because i just wanted him as a friend, right? i tried distracting myself from him.

when we were dancing on the dancefloor and every fiber in my body enjoyed holding his hands, i told him i wanted to be 'just friends'. i ran away from these strange feelings i had never felt before. but eventually i hit a steel wall. it knocked me to my knees and my lungs would not work. this happened in the shower, months after my so-called rejection.

we had grown 'silent'. awkwardness like i never dreamed of hung in the air when i was around him. awkwardness, telling me i was an idiot for rejecting him.

well, i was in the shower listening to breaking benjamin - breath. and the wall hit me. and before i knew it i was crumpled on the floor crying my eyes out. keke found me like that and talked to me about it. and the feelings i tried to supress came bursting out of me. heartache. heartbreak. heartless. is the only explanation i can use to describe it. my 'dark days'.

anyways, keke secretly was talking to him in geometry. betraying me -lol- and telling him of my devastating experience. and so very subtlely. jeremy came back, still, ever so patient with me.

he had cut his dreads so it was easier to get weak in the knees by his bright eyes that weren't drowned out by the hair. lol. we talked to each other. i confided in him more. knowing what the path of rejecting him would lead to, and i didn't want that. i wanted him.

he asked me again about 'dating' and i was so surprised -yet not, at the same time- that i simply pretended like i didn't see the words on the chalkboard. but jeremy was not thwarted by my indecision.

after church on september 23, 2007 he wrote on my hand in ink -lol, i couldn't ignore that, right?-. and this time i replied the words i had been wanting to tell him. "Yes."

ever since, we have not spent a day apart -except for when we had to because we were a couple states away from each other-. every moment is a newer, bigger, deeper feeling for me. we are now spoken about as a 'package deal'. lol. i know we are. we have been inseparable for more than a year.

i had never doubted him. and every day is a better day. for the longest time we never kissed, never pecked, only hugged. and those hugs were something to envy. and now, i watch his face when we touch lips. its very interesting. lol

his hair is amazing. i don't understand why he covered it up with dreads all that time. but his hair is not simply described as wonderful. it is much more.

i memorized every dimple in his face. i memorized the different colors of his eyes and the curves in his lips. he is in every way the guy i dreamt of when i was little.

our story is not without stumps. but we have never argued, never offended, or been offended by each other. moments of uncertainty have been smoothed over and every time we smooth things over it seems like what we have evolves to something more profound and magical.

through and through we know each other. the quirks. the buttons. the weaknesses. the strengths. and i know how to schmuze something out of him.

our souls have truly adapted to each other. for i am not myself without him. he gives me hope for the future. he gives me the lift in my heart. and i would have never known these feelings to have existed without him.

this is my tribute to jeremy. though it does not do him justice.