Growing up, I've always been the person to move around. Before moving to where I live now, we never stayed more than a year anywhere. Even in the place I do live in, my dad still moved us to another town for about half a year before he fell ill and died. We ended up moving back with my grandparents who lived in the town we had moved away from. The good part about this was that my brother and I got to see our friends that we had left behind.
I had this one friend named Matt. He was a weird kid. Nobody really liked him and everybody picked on him for some reason. They would make up horrible rumors like, "Matt slept with his sister!" and "Matt was under house arrest all summer!" Even in middle school, where I first met him, I felt personally offended by these attacks and decided to take him under my wing... not that I was anymore popular, but I didn't give a shit. It was a bit strange first meeting him because he just kinda started following us around and sitting by us like he wanted to be part of our small group of friends. This group consisted five girls, myself included. I took this to meant that he had a crush on my friend Clarissa since he would always sit next to us in the classes we shared. Now, my friends thought he was the most annoying pest in the world, but I just kinda shrugged them off about it. Truth be told, I had a tiny crush on him, but I was always the type to deny any of those mooshy feelings and run away.
Matt remained my friend throughout eight grade, along with the others until I suddenly moved over the summer. I didn't get to say goodbye to any of them, but that had become a norm for me. When I went back midway through freshman year everyone was excited to see me. By everyone, I mean the girls. Of course, Matt didn't stay friends with them since they didn't like him. I don't remember asking too much about it. Two weeks into going to school Matt and some other guys came to the second floor where my friends and I were eating lunch on the stairs. First I noticed that he had fucked up his hair horribly. It was bleached blond with pink on top. Apparently he was trying to make orange, but ended up being teased further with the nickname "Tampon".
I still remember when he passed me like it was a scene from a movie.
He was joking with his friends, laughing as he walked by. Then he stopped. Did a double take, and turned to face me. With this amazing, shocked look on his face he said, "Miya!? Is that you?"
He ended up spending his lunch with us that day... and every day following. Sure, my friends were annoyed, but I was happy to have them all back.
A few days later Matt decided to walk me to the library since it was on his way home. On the way he asked me questions about why I was back and all that. Telling him it was because my dad died was a serious mood killer, but I have to give him credit for pursuing his goal that day. He told me that in Middle School he had a crush on me, but had been too afraid to act on it. I never told him that I had a small crush in return, I just stayed quiet. Then he asked me if I wanted to go out with him... once again I stayed quiet for a bit. I felt plenty awkward. As I said before, I'm not good at mooshy stuff and nobody had ever asked me out before. I ended up saying yes though. We decided to keep it from my friends since... well they would kill him. It actually almost happened... except instead of killing him they tried to kill me. Luckily they never found out until I told them a year or so after we got out of high school.
The relationship between myself and Matt was awkward, and I know I'm to blame for most of it. I couldn't even hold his hand. I was the worst girlfriend ever. Still, I enjoyed his company. I still remember the day that, while going to school, I chanced running across the street when this truck was coming. It was such a close call that Matt freaked out, but I was okay and just teased him for being worried.
Eventually out relationship fizzled to the point of non existence... we silently just stopped being anything. Looking back on it, I'm really sad about the whole thing. I never expected out relationship to go anywhere, not even from day one... but it sucks that I lost his friendship as well.
Sometime, midway through sophomore year, Matt just left. I figured he had moved away, but I didn't realize it for a short while. I wanted to asked people about it, but I didn't know any of his friends. As time passed, I let him go. During my senior year I found a transparency sheet that had Matt Morse scratched into it from the inside. I was baffled. I come from a small high school and nobody else was named Matt Morse. I showed it to all my friends and to this day I think I still have it somewhere, but that was the last I ever saw any small piece of him again...
Until today.
As any of you who have seen my whiny forum posts know, I've been a bit sick lately. Because of that I went to bed early. I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that Matt was part of another dorm in my college and that I was trying to hunt him down. I got a bit of his transcript that assured he was registered in the college. I then talked to some people at a corner store who knew him and later followed some posts of his on youtube. I was getting so close, but I had the feeling that I was still very far away. ...And then I woke up. I woke up and felt awfully sad that it wasn't true. Matt doesn't go to my college and I don't know anybody who would know where he went.
I felt compelled to search his name on facebook for the umpteenth time, so I got on my laptop and typed his name in. I didn't realize that hitting enter takes you to the first person, but I actually found him. He's a bit huskier, with a scrap of a mustache, but I'm 95% sure it is him. For the longest time I just stared at the picture. In his info it says he's from my hometown, even though he lives in another state now, but that encouraged me to message him. I felt a bit awkward doing so, but I 'm still in complete awe that I may have found him.
I've tried before. I've searched him on google, tried to find him through old games we used to play, facebook, twitter... all of it... Not once have I gotten close to finding him. I'm just... wow...
I really hope it is him. I would love to talk to my old friend again and mend whatever I screwed up between us in High School. We clearly don't work as a couple, but I dearly miss his friendship.
Here's hoping! /crosses fingers
I had this one friend named Matt. He was a weird kid. Nobody really liked him and everybody picked on him for some reason. They would make up horrible rumors like, "Matt slept with his sister!" and "Matt was under house arrest all summer!" Even in middle school, where I first met him, I felt personally offended by these attacks and decided to take him under my wing... not that I was anymore popular, but I didn't give a shit. It was a bit strange first meeting him because he just kinda started following us around and sitting by us like he wanted to be part of our small group of friends. This group consisted five girls, myself included. I took this to meant that he had a crush on my friend Clarissa since he would always sit next to us in the classes we shared. Now, my friends thought he was the most annoying pest in the world, but I just kinda shrugged them off about it. Truth be told, I had a tiny crush on him, but I was always the type to deny any of those mooshy feelings and run away.
Matt remained my friend throughout eight grade, along with the others until I suddenly moved over the summer. I didn't get to say goodbye to any of them, but that had become a norm for me. When I went back midway through freshman year everyone was excited to see me. By everyone, I mean the girls. Of course, Matt didn't stay friends with them since they didn't like him. I don't remember asking too much about it. Two weeks into going to school Matt and some other guys came to the second floor where my friends and I were eating lunch on the stairs. First I noticed that he had fucked up his hair horribly. It was bleached blond with pink on top. Apparently he was trying to make orange, but ended up being teased further with the nickname "Tampon".
I still remember when he passed me like it was a scene from a movie.
He was joking with his friends, laughing as he walked by. Then he stopped. Did a double take, and turned to face me. With this amazing, shocked look on his face he said, "Miya!? Is that you?"
He ended up spending his lunch with us that day... and every day following. Sure, my friends were annoyed, but I was happy to have them all back.
A few days later Matt decided to walk me to the library since it was on his way home. On the way he asked me questions about why I was back and all that. Telling him it was because my dad died was a serious mood killer, but I have to give him credit for pursuing his goal that day. He told me that in Middle School he had a crush on me, but had been too afraid to act on it. I never told him that I had a small crush in return, I just stayed quiet. Then he asked me if I wanted to go out with him... once again I stayed quiet for a bit. I felt plenty awkward. As I said before, I'm not good at mooshy stuff and nobody had ever asked me out before. I ended up saying yes though. We decided to keep it from my friends since... well they would kill him. It actually almost happened... except instead of killing him they tried to kill me. Luckily they never found out until I told them a year or so after we got out of high school.
The relationship between myself and Matt was awkward, and I know I'm to blame for most of it. I couldn't even hold his hand. I was the worst girlfriend ever. Still, I enjoyed his company. I still remember the day that, while going to school, I chanced running across the street when this truck was coming. It was such a close call that Matt freaked out, but I was okay and just teased him for being worried.
Eventually out relationship fizzled to the point of non existence... we silently just stopped being anything. Looking back on it, I'm really sad about the whole thing. I never expected out relationship to go anywhere, not even from day one... but it sucks that I lost his friendship as well.
Sometime, midway through sophomore year, Matt just left. I figured he had moved away, but I didn't realize it for a short while. I wanted to asked people about it, but I didn't know any of his friends. As time passed, I let him go. During my senior year I found a transparency sheet that had Matt Morse scratched into it from the inside. I was baffled. I come from a small high school and nobody else was named Matt Morse. I showed it to all my friends and to this day I think I still have it somewhere, but that was the last I ever saw any small piece of him again...
Until today.
As any of you who have seen my whiny forum posts know, I've been a bit sick lately. Because of that I went to bed early. I had the strangest dream. I dreamt that Matt was part of another dorm in my college and that I was trying to hunt him down. I got a bit of his transcript that assured he was registered in the college. I then talked to some people at a corner store who knew him and later followed some posts of his on youtube. I was getting so close, but I had the feeling that I was still very far away. ...And then I woke up. I woke up and felt awfully sad that it wasn't true. Matt doesn't go to my college and I don't know anybody who would know where he went.
I felt compelled to search his name on facebook for the umpteenth time, so I got on my laptop and typed his name in. I didn't realize that hitting enter takes you to the first person, but I actually found him. He's a bit huskier, with a scrap of a mustache, but I'm 95% sure it is him. For the longest time I just stared at the picture. In his info it says he's from my hometown, even though he lives in another state now, but that encouraged me to message him. I felt a bit awkward doing so, but I 'm still in complete awe that I may have found him.
I've tried before. I've searched him on google, tried to find him through old games we used to play, facebook, twitter... all of it... Not once have I gotten close to finding him. I'm just... wow...
I really hope it is him. I would love to talk to my old friend again and mend whatever I screwed up between us in High School. We clearly don't work as a couple, but I dearly miss his friendship.
Here's hoping! /crosses fingers