If you didn’t know, Dylan and I met at Tarleton State University. We met our freshman year, and instantly became best friends. We did almost everything together, and I knew something was different about this boy, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship over a failed relationship. After being best friends for about six months, I confessed my love to Dylan. He turned me down. I was a little sad, but I wasn’t going to lose this friendship over him not liking me back. So, we continued to hang out almost every day after that.

Another six months went by, and I once again confessed my love for Dylan, hoping this time would be the right time. Once again, I was turned down, but I wasn’t going to let it ruin our friendship, so we continued to talk every single day. This time, though, Dylan had already graduated from TSU and moved back to Lubbock. I was very sad because we were not going to get to hang out every day like we used to. Honestly, I thought I would never see him again.

A year passed, and we continued to talk on the phone every single day. I still couldn’t stop thinking about what a lifetime together would be like if we ended up together. So, I gave it one more shot. And this time, I STILL got turned down. By this time, I was over it. I had confessed my love three different times over a two-year span, and he still wouldn’t fold… Until a year and a half later, when Dylan called me to tell me he thought we could really work out if we gave it a shot.

FINALLY. Turns out, he was right, but I had been right for the last seven years.

Obviously, this is my side of the story, and I’m sure if you were to ask Dylan, it wouldn’t sound nearly as dramatic.