Ok, so yesterday, i was bein' lil' ole me, walking ever so cool-like to my locker, and BOOM! My middle school sweetheart appears at my side. '' Can I talk to you for a minute?'' he says. By this time I'm panicking. '
Is this it? Is he gonna go and leave me?' But i was wrong! So there we were, all alone in the sixth grade hallway, both our faces red from the slight ackwardness, and he pulls out a beautiful silver ring with a faux diamond and hands it to me! ''Cameron, it's gorgeous!'' I say as i throw my arms around him.
Now, the ring lies on my left hand on my middle finger (the one it fits on best), looking gorgeous, and ever so romantic....
Now doesn't that story kick butt?! That hopelessness i told ya'll 'bout is as good as GONE (for now)!!!!!!!!!
Sigh... and I still feel all glowy from this little ''event'' (despite how sick i am)...........
