After A Hurricane

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This is the story of how I met my one true love and how hard we worked to stay together. I bared my soul here dudes so please be nice! haha.

Submitted: May 18, 2012

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Real Life Love Story

 

Every morning I wake up in bed next to that same beautiful face and you know what? It never gets old. In fact I can’t wait to spend forever waking up to that same face. I guess I should go back to the start, right? Where it all began and stuff like that? So here goes...

It was the 30th of June 2011, I was sitting at home, on my own, wondering whether life was actually even worth living. Logging on to my twitter account, seeing all the same names and icons, I realised I need a change. So, I made a new account, followed a few of my friends and turned it into a Kristen Stewart fan account. Now I know what you are thinking, some Twilight loving, crazy teenage girl with a crush on a celebrity, but no, that wasn’t it. I actually admire her, she is everything that is good in Hollywood, she is a good role model, keeps her private life private and she loves what she does. If I can’t admire that what can I admire? I do love Twilight (who doesn’t?!) but I don’t know, she is better in every other movie I have seen her in, Twilight sort of cages her in. Anyway back to the story. It was cool to be part of the fandom, see all the latest photo-shoots and stuff but I loved talking to all the other fans, everyone was so down to earth and loving. It was like a high school though, the people with lots of followers didn’t talk to people who didn’t have many, like the way popular kids don’t talk to the unpopular kids. After a while, I decided I wanted it to be an account separated from my real life, the life where most people outside of my family didn’t know I was gay, so I took action. All of my friends and family were told I had deleted that account and blocked from my new one. I wanted no trace, no way they could find me, I wanted to be myself. It was actually really easy after that to be myself, I wasn’t afraid to tweet what I wanted and pretty soon, everyone saw a different side to me.

It is a really cool fandom actually, a lot of the girls are like me they are gay or bisexual, I finally found I had something to talk about with people and I felt like my opinion actually mattered to people. One day, now I don’t know what made me do this, I started to tweet things that made a girl attractive to me. Simple things really like, brown hair, green eyes, funny, doesn’t wear a lot of make-up and most importantly not afraid to be who they are. I gave up after a while, guessing that no one actually cared anyway. I guess on some subconscious level I hoped to strike up a conversation with a girl about what she liked in girls but no such luck.

Down in the dumps I went to eat dinner. Suddenly I get a text through from twitter, it read “@LoveKStewxx I love girls too xD” and right then I knew she was someone I wanted to know. I don’t know what it was but it was like a magnet, like I had to go find out who this girl I had never spoken to before was. Turns out we actually spoke to a lot of the same people, she liked the same music and most importantly she like Kristen Stewart. Her name was @ILuvRock_n_Stew. She was pretty much the whole package, well except one thing. She lived in Germany. Over 1,000 miles away. It’s always the same isn’t it? You think you can get exactly what you want and then something trivial gets in your way. Like 1,000 miles. But there was something about this girl, something that made me want her and I wasn’t about to sit back and give up. “@ILuvRock_n_Stew we are gonna be great friends xD” I say after some chit chat. And I truly meant it.

We spoke every day, from the moment she woke up until the moment I went to sleep. Germany is 1 hour ahead of the UK so it was okay for time difference for us to talk. She wasn’t in school but I was. She would stay up until 6am and then get up again at 1pm and we would talk all day. We talked about everything, our families, music, movies, Kristen. Thankfully it was coming up to the summer holidays so I could spend even more time talking to her. She would leave me messages while I slept saying she hoped I slept well and that I was okay and good morning and things, she was pretty much the cutest. Well besides me.

You know that kid that sits at the back of the class writing ‘emo’ poetry and songs? Yeah that was me. I had so many feelings that I had to get out and no one to tell them so I put it into words and kept it in my private notebook. It was hard being me, but I guess everyone has felt like that in their life.

We kept talking, the girl and I, she was sad and so was I. She was in love with a girl on twitter too but this girl had a girlfriend. She would be sad every day, telling me she was depressed and didn’t want to do it anymore. I wanted to tell her she didn’t have to feel like that, that there was someone out there who loved her too, but how could I when I was going through the same thing every day and it was because I loved her? We started a club together and called it “The Lonely Hearts Club”, at this point we considered each other best friends, I was her classy whore and she was my muddy buddy. But one day I realised something. She was my best friend, the person I trusted most in the world, yet I did not know what she looked like. She had saw lots of pictures of me because I always posted pictures of me with my brothers and sisters. I begged her for ages to show me a picture of her and finally she did. She looked exactly like I had imagined. Beautiful. Out of this world actually. Her eyes just wouldn’t let me look away. I was in love. In love beyond repair. There was no turning back. Turns out though she was falling more in love with this other girl. I resented her, the other girl, for having this girl actually hanging on every word she said yet she didn’t care. If it was me, I would have dropped everything for her.

Her depression was getting worse. She was just sad all the time. It killed me to see her like that. All I wanted to do was hug her. And kiss her. And make her feel better. I asked her what was wrong and she emailed me. This was one of the worst moments of my life, reading how much she loved this girl and how sad it made her. I considered ending it all. That was a turning point for me. I tried to make her smile every day, I sent her morning tweets and would send her emails and do everything I could to help her. It was getting better too. One Saturday we spent literally all day talking. We spoke in Direct Messages, we spoke on Twitter and we emailed. It was one of the most perfect days I have ever had. We made a bet to see who could stay awake for the longest, the loser had to kiss the ugliest guy we knew. So, everything was going well until about 3:30 am. My phone was running out of battery and my charger was on the other side of the room in my den. I was too tired to sit down there and there was no place to charge it in bed. While I deliberated I drifted off to sleep. Only to be awoken by an array of tweets telling me I was a loser and that @ILuvRock_n_Stew had won. Why did you make that bet you IDIOT! I thought to myself. But, true to my word, I got up, got dressed and went to find him. The ugliest guy I knew. It was THE worst kiss ever! Words cannot describe how revolting it was. I never wanted to think about it ever again. But of course my friend had other plans. Still she constantly reminds me. And still I hate it.

I wrote a letter that Monday night. A letter I planned on emailing to her. It was about how much I loved her and that I couldn’t stick around anymore. I told her how badly it hurt me seeing her like that and not being able to do anything. I wanted nothing more than being friends with her but I was afraid that once she knew about my feelings for her she wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore. So I planned to send it to her. I made myself promise at one point I would. But it wouldn’t be that night.

The rest of the week went okay. Well up until the Thursday. I woke up and just didn’t want to get out of bed. I wanted to shrivel up into a little ball and disappear. I thought about it but she needed me. So I got up and went to school. That made it even worse. I hated the people there, I hated the teachers, I hated everything. I got home and straight away she knew something was wrong. I debated if I should tell her, if it would be the right thing to do. This was the moment that I had to decide if I wanted to risk it and tell her, when I could possibly lose her, or keep quiet about it forever.

“@ILuvRock_n_Stew you really wanna know what’s wrong?”

“@LoveKStewxx Yes, tell me.”

So at 6:02pm on Thursday 2nd September 2012 I sent the message: “I think I love you, Julia”

I don’t know what made me do it but I did. It wasn’t a decision I made, it just happened. Without even a second thought it was sent and there was no going back. It was make or break time. I was shaking, I hadn’t noticed it before but I was heavily shaking.

She was just as confuse as me it turns out, she said she had feelings for me too. Wait, did I read that right? SHE has feelings for ME! I couldn’t believe this was happening. For weeks I had imagind the moment, imagine her saying those words and then she did.

“I love you too Hayleigh”

This is no exaggeration, I actually ran around the block screaming and smiling and crying. I was on top of the world. She loved me. She wanted to be with me. To this day it is still surreal. I still pinch myself sometimes just to make sure it is real. But the struggle doesn’t end there.

Of course we were in love and we talked even more now and we would send each other love notes and all the lovey dovey stuff couples do but we were still 1,000 miles apart. She was still in Germany and I was still in Glasgow. It got harder every day to be without her. My arms yearned evermore for hers. My lips screamed for hers. I would dream of her every night and then wake up crying when I realised she wasn’t there. I would imagine her sitting next to me then realize she wasn’t and want to cry. It was incredible how much it hurt. How can you miss someone you have never met you ask? Well that’s easy. Fall in love with them. Trust me you will soon miss them. You will miss the kiss you never had, the hugs, the closeness. And there is no way of escaping it. Neither of us could handle it. But I couldn’t let her go. On 16th November 2012, after she had come back from the doctor, I asked her to marry me. It wasn’t the best proposal or the most romantic but I had to do it. It made us happier. It made us so much happier. We called it our rainbow. You know, After A Hurricane Comes A Rainbow? Yeah, Firework is our song. She was listening to it the day I told her I love her. I am her rainbow.

It was the hardest 8 months of our lives. The distance made us fight. The fact that we couldn’t be together made us cry. Everything made us unhappy. I would not wish that feeling on my worst enemy. If any of you know how it feels, I just want to tell you how sorry I am and I sincerely hope it gets better for you soon.

It was hard because we couldn’t actually speak. Any time we tried something happened. Pay phone wouldn’t work, couldn’t get through on a mobile and I didn’t have a house phone. Until 8th of January 2012. That night she called me and I heard her voice for the first time. If it were even possible I fell even more in love with her, her voice was the cutest thing ever and her laugh made me want to cry of happiness, even her yawn was cute. Shows you what love can do to you. It changed me from someone everyone is actually scared of into someone who cries when her girlfriend laughs. We would speak on the phone for at least one hour every day. Mostly we were silent, just listening to the other ones breathing, just knowing they are there makes a huge difference. But nothing could keep away the silence at the end of the phone when we hung up. We cried a lot of the time as we got ready to go back to texting but we knew it wouldn’t be much longer. But on Saturdays we would talk for hours. This was the best day. It made us happy. At least for a little while. In mid February I got international calls on my mobile. That meant as long as she was home we could talk however long we wanted. It was a godsend. We spoke at least 3 hours every day and on a Saturday she would stay on the phone with me until I fell asleep. It was almost like sleeping next to her. But then I woke up alone.

May 7th 2012. Julia was flying to Glasgow. She was coming to see me. All my life had led up to this moment. We had been planning for 3 weeks what was going to happen. I would be waiting at the gate for her when she arrived, I would wear pink skinny jeans and a Marilyn Manson tee, she would wear a flowery top, grey cardigan and blue jeans. My uncle took me to the airport and my mum waited with me. It was 12:30 when the plane landed. 12:56 when she walked through the gates. Her face was covered by her hand because she was shy, I was hiding behind a pillar so she couldn’t see me. But when I looked around I could not take my eyes off of her. She walked over slowly and I grabbed her and hugged her. I kissed her head and whispered “I love you.” You would think it would be weird between two people meeting for the first time but it wasn’t. We knew everything about each other, we knew every little secret and there was no reason to be shy. About 30 seconds later we were already carrying on and messing around. Pushing each other and giggling and holding hands. It was like the perfect first date except your mum is around. We went for a meal and on the way home walked through the local park. We stopped to have a seat and look at the cars. It started to rain and I knew it was time to kiss her. I said we should go find a tree to stand under until it went off. It was the 5th tree from the start of the row of trees closest to us, we chose it because it was bigger than the rest of them. I hugged her and we were silent for a while until I whispered in her ear “Baby? Can I kiss you now?” “Yes,” and so I did. It was the most magical feeling, like a shock through my core, like a stroke of lightening in the sky. I was alive. We go visit tree a lot now and every time we do I ask her the same thing.

That night we watched Twilight. We kissed and we kissed and we kissed. Then we made love. It was our first times and it was perfect. I know that I gave my virginity to the exact right person and I hope she feels the same. It was getting late though and I had to go up to bed. Childish isn’t it? My mum and stepdad made us sleep in different beds, me on top and Julia on the bottom. But that night it took around 2 hours until I went to bed, instead I sat at the edge of hers and kissed her again and again. It was, and will always be, the most perfect night of my life. It sounds clichéd but even today we are still the same. More than a year on, we kiss all the time, we carry on and giggle. We do everything together. She even comes to work with me sometimes! Of course every relationship has its ups and downs but we work through them. She forgives me when I’m an idiot and I make her smile when she is sad. I can honestly say that I love my life right now and I don’t want it to change. I love my girlfriend and I will marry her one day. And I will always wake up with her in my arms and smile because I know that I have everything I ever dreamed of and I am never going to let it go.


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