Let's Get Personal

My Love Story *hopeless romantic mustread*

My love story:

P.S. This is a personal narrative I had written for a class. We were instructed to write about an event in your life that changed you for the better. It may not seem like much, meeting someone, but it gave me hope of better things to come my way, making it mean A LOT to me.

P.P.S. Better things definitely did come, I have the cutest baby in the world!

Okay, sorry, back to the love story! Read on!

It would take a book and a half to explain how I got to where I was when I first stumbled upon Sam. And I do not think I necessarily want to relive all of the moments that I went through in order to find him. But the main point one should know is that I had given up. I had given up on myself. I had given up on the generation I had grown up with. And I had given up on the entire idea of love itself. I had always been the girl who indulged herself in every Nicholas Spark’s novel she could get her hands on. I was almost the one to blame; I had created myself into a hopeless romantic. I had unrealistic expectations for love and ultimately, that led me to not having any at all. I wanted to be swept off my feet, not messaged on Facebook. I wanted flowers and a first date, not texting to get to know one another. I wanted fireworks lighting up inside of me during our first kiss. All I had wanted was a story. And I got one.
“How does one manage to look cute at the gym?” I thought to myself.
For the past couple of weeks, I had had the biggest crush on the personal trainer at the gym I worked out at.
“Seriously…” I thought, “I don’t want him to think I’m trying to impress him but I also do not want him to think I don’t try at all!”
Usually I was a girl who did not care what any person thought of her as she worked out. I’d wear whatever shirt and pair of shorts I could find. And I most definitely would have not cared how sweaty or disgusting I looked like after my workout. I was there to put in work for myself, no one else. But something had changed.
I wanted him to notice me.
“I suppose I’ll wear these yoga-pants and this cute white sweater over my workout clothes,” I had decided, “though I doubt it’ll make any difference.”
It had been a while since I had stumbled upon someone I had truly liked. And though I knew nothing of this mystery guy, there was something about him that drew me to him. Maybe it was his charismatic attitude. Or his smile he always seemed to light up with when I’d walk through the door. Or how kind he seemed to be with the clients he was helping. Whatever it was, it was there. And I longed to know more about him.
But it had been weeks of me crushing without any developments. I had made the assumption in my head that nothing really would spark between the two of us no matter how badly I had wanted it to. My track record hadn’t been the prettiest thing that past year and I had no expectations of it changing. It had been no later than eight o’clock when I arrived at the gym. I already had butterflies in my stomach and I was not even sure if he was working or not.
I saw him through the clear, front double doors as I walked towards the building.
The butterflies started to fly around even more.
My heart started to beat faster and faster.
He saw me walk through the doors and he smiled, “Hi, Kayla. How are you?”
“Good,” I quickly let out as I walked away. I was surprised any words had come from my mouth in the first place. When I got nervous, I’d tend to choke on my words, barely capable of letting them out. I’d also get insanely shy, explaining why I had hurriedly walked off instead of confronting my crush right then and there.
If something were to ever happen between him and I, I knew it’d have to be initiated on his end. I was too nervous of making a fool of myself. Besides, I did not have any expectations that anything would come of us.
But I was wrong.
After my workout, I walked into the locker room to put on my cute white sweater I had picked out for him and grabbed my backpack and keys.
“Maybe it really is time to give up on looking for someone special. I know I say that all the time, but maybe it really is time to now. No expectations whatsoever,” I thought as I walked towards the front door.
As I reached for the handle I heard a voice behind me.
“Kayla, can I talk to you for a second?”
It was his voice.
“Uh, yeah,” I said as I walked back towards the front counter.
He was nervous. I could hear it in his voice and see it in his face.
And I was nervous. I could feel it in my stomach, as the butterflies started to fly. I could feel it in my heart; in the 100 beats per minute it was managing to race. And I could feel it in my cheeks as they started to feel hot, while my face got more and more red.
“So… I’m going to be honest. I’ve seen you around the gym, I think you’re really cute,” he nervously said looking down, “and I was wondering if I could get your number?”
“Um, yes!” I thought to myself.
“Oh, that’s very nice of you to say. Sure you can have my number!” I responded, trying to play it cool.
“So, its cool if I call you sometime? Maybe we could go out somewhere?”
And my life was never the same again.
Out of all of the things that I had thought would have happened that day that was not one of them. Sure, I had a little sliver of hope that I’d get lucky but I had been set on my luck staying the same.
The best things do happen unexpectedly. They always creep up on you when you are least expecting it and change your life for the better. And Sam is definitely a change that has been for the better. He’s shown me that no matter the hardships I went through, no matter how badly I wanted to give up, there was always going to be a light at the end of the tunnel waiting for me.



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