That story is true :)
The boy I "loved" was Dustin. He knew I liked him because a friend wrote a letter that spelled it all out and the boys got ahold of it. You know where it goes from there. Dustin didn't like me back but he was one of those rare, big-hearted young boys who never would have teased me for liking him. Instead he was the boy who asked me to dance just because he knew it would make my night. I will never, ever forget him because of that. I will never forget dancing with him or him trying to teach me to skateboard my freshman year of high school. To this day I can't hear End of the Road by Boys II Men without remembering the boy with the big, blue eyes who asked me to dance. Not because I really loved him or because I wonder what could have been but because I know the thirteen-year-old Nyrae believed with all her heart that this was the boy for her. That in that moment where we danced a young girl thought anything was possible, thought she was invincible. Maybe it was wrong to feel that so strongly because of one dance but I think that's what being young is all about. Everything is big and that was one of my biggest moments. I look back on it now that I know what love is and I'm in love with a great man, and I smile. The funny thing is, I can see my husband having done something like that too.
So, yeah. There's a fun, little tidbit about me.
Do you have any stories like that that you will never forget?