Dreams DO Come True It is really unbelievable how the things you never thought possible come real... #love 2 years ago, I was in comic class. I remember that day so well, when he entered the room. He was huge. Very, very tall. First time I ever saw him and I wondered why I've never saw him because he was so noticeable. He sat in front of me. I didn't mind about the class, I was just starring at him. God, is just that he was too dam tall! And for me tall guys are just...my thing. And then I looked at him closely and he was cute too. Very, very attractive to me. I kept wondering why I have never seen him in the hallways, and then he said to the class he had just started high school. Crap, there was the problem. I was in my third or fourth semester of college. But he didn't look like being in high school. He looked older than me. I am way too shy and kinda the thought of him being younger just went into the file "forbidden" in my brain. He was 16. How and why he was 16?! I don't remember our first conversation but I remember he started it. So, we started talking in class, between our friends and the classmates and he just sounded so, so mature for his age. But somehow my brain blocked him and my love interest for him didn't keep going. Until... One day, at that same class, I was looking for something at deviantArt in my laptop and he joined me but...God, he was too dam close. I mean, I could feel his breath, that made me shiver, but I acted cool and go on looking at the screen, so did him. Our faces were too close from each other an I don't know if he noticed that and then my best friend came along, between us and it was like she noticed what was happening and instantly pulled back saying "Oh sorry, I'm interrupting something" and we both jumped a little saying "No, not all" but we looked at each other and that moment...I just felt it. I really, really liked him. I even remember confessing that to my best friend, kinda feeling guilty because, what was I to do with that? Ask him out? A 16 year old awesome attractive tall guy? So, I just lived this relationship in my day and night dreams. I loved doing that. Imagining us kissing. Imaging him telling me he loved me. That he didn't care about the age difference. That he felt the same way about me. Kissing me like...if it was the only chance to kiss me. Him pulling me up in a piggy back ride. Or carrying me to reach for his lips. I loved to do that. The only exciting thing about comic class was him. I had already take the course one time but I kept going for him. It was the only day in the week to see him. And it killed me when he didn't sit near me. And I was too dam shy and coward to not move my sit close to him. I didn't want to push him away. To make him thing I was too needy. I'll just staid in my seat with my friend and laugh louder or even sing Disney songs for him to notice me. And it worked, we glare at each other and I will make him laugh of how ridiculous I sang. Then, one day, my friend and I talked to him and his best friend about relationships and I remember him saying that he didn't find the girls of his age, in his other classes attractive or appealing to him. He said they were annoying and not interesting. That made my heart jump. I even told them that they were more mature than older guys I knew. At that time, I was open for any other guy to impress me and made me forget about this young guy. But, they were all jerks. They talked about the stupidest things. None of them were better than him. Again, why did he was 16?! I remember telling my friends about him. How much I liked him. They were shocked at seeing how tall he was. One day, at school, about to head to class, I saw him in the hallway and that day was his birthday. He was with a bunch of friends, heading to his party and I just wanted to give him a big hug. I yelled at him and he saw me and I just ran to him and he waited for me and I opened my arms and he opened his and I hug him by his neck and he hugged me by my waist and he pulled me up and my feet left the ground and...I just felt so safe. We had never hugged each other. So, we kept going to comic, bonding, glaring at each other, talking on Facebook, but we didn't go further. Until... I asked him. Well, sort of. I told him it had been a while since I didn't go to Fundidora, a huge park in my hometown and he suggested we shall go. We went and I was, surprisingly not nervous at all. We walked in the park, talked about anything, then we went to a museum, and then we went up to the top of Fundidora where you could see the whole city, and it was night so it was beautiful. We talked and talked and I don't why it never cross my mind to kiss him there, besides I was such a coward. We laid in the grass and looked at the sky and laughed. Man, we talked about anything and again, it amazed me how mature he was. I also didn't make a move because I thought how on earth would this guy prefer me than another girl? Him, being so attractive and young? At the end of the night he took me to the main entrance in a piggy back ride. I felt awesome. The look from up there was so great. And God...the way he smelled. Axe Chocolate. I think that is the only deodorant that should be out there for men. I even told him that. He laughed. Yeah. After that night we bonded. And we even go out to the movies and the I got into a band and he saw me sing and God, the look on his face made me lost the words. He seemed so proud. So interested. And he went to this how where it was far away and freaking cold and even recorded us but the... I don't know why the hell, the next semester, I didn't see him in comic class. They changed the schedule. I hated it! And we even stopped chatting in Facebook. I mean, I kept going with my #life and yes, there were long times I stopped thinking about him and let me tell you that that semester was so hard for me. I had a breakdown when I wanted to drop school and dedicated to just write. He wasn't there and I didn't even notice. I remember I saw him just one at the hallways and my heart felt something. Like joy. But that was is. We didn't talk or went out in the 3 months of vocations. The dreams of him with me got back again. They were so good. But I was too shy to call him and ask him out. He didn't talk me either so, I took as a lost of interest. The only time I talked to him was to ask about the schedule for comic class this semester. I told him which day of the week I was going. To see if that worked at all. Again, we were in comic class together. Oh the joy. The excitement. I began to get more loose. More flirty, and I remember telling him "nasty" playful jokes with a friend and he will just laugh. Then I discovered that if I said his name in some sort of sexy tone he would go all red and laugh non stop. I loved seeing him that way. Then he made me a huge, huge favor. I suggested him to be the lead actor in a small short film for this class. All my friend knew why. It was a love story. Of course I wasn't going to act but just having him there made me excited. He accepted and God, he was so good with my friends. So mature. So nice. So kind and worked so well and even acted so good. I was so proud of him. I couldn't believe he was doing this for as a favor. I had to pay to him with something good. I wanted to be the lead lady. The story would have been more real. The more comic classes the more we bonded again. I started telling him personal stuff. He was that trustful. Started talking everyday on Facebook. Then we went to the movies, and saw Sinister -worst horror movie in a good way- and of course I was freaking scarred and he hugged me and enjoyed seeing me suffer and when I covered me eyes he would take me hand away but...didn't let go. Neither of us. For the first time we were holding hands and it felt so, so good. They fitted so good. And then, I swear because of the movie, I cuddle in his chest to not see and...he started caressing my hair. It amazing how those little things make your whole body shiver. I didn't want him to stop. As a pay for the favor he did, I told him the story of my novel. He had turned so interested about it. I took him to the place he story starts and he sat there listening to me so attentively for 2 hours and he liked so much. Then it was my 21 birthday and he didn't go and it was his 18 birthday and he invited me and other friends over his house to watch a movie but I was the only one who go. Probably planned but it was better this way because we talked about more personal stuff. We were so difference but understood each other. He is so good at listening to me. I found out very personal stuff about him. I even saw his parents but I was so awkward and dumb. I wanted him to hold my hand again but it didn't happen. Nothing like that happened but it was a nice evening. Talking in Facebook I used to tell him how frustrated I was because I was always thinking about my characters and how I would love to think about someone real instead, referring about him and how it will be nice to find a way to forget them so... Another day, he was curious about how I had came out with this characters and went to this park and sat on a bench and I talked and talked and he listened and then he asked me where were they now, my characters. And I looked around and pointed them and then he asked me, looking at me so, so deep if I will like to forget then now. And he came closer. My heart was beating so fast because I know he was going to do what I had always dream I wanted him to do. So I said "yes" and... He kissed me. He was finally kissing me, after 2 years of wanting to get a hold of face and attack his lips, he was kissing me. And my God. He surprised me. He is such a good kisser. We broke apart and... I really couldn't believe that this was happening. Then... He asked me if they had gone away already. I wanted to feel his lips again so I said: "No" with a smile and he kissed me deeper. Then he started saying what I had no clue of. He said I had liked him since that first classes of comic, but was really into me a year ago but that trough that whole year he was thinking this trough, he wanted to be sure about how he felt for me before doing a move because he didn't want to hurt me. That he wanted to kiss me that night at Fundidora. That he couldn't wait longer. That when the semester started he said to himself he needed to do something already and that the only reason he kept going to comic was because of me. I was speechless. I was just smiling. Shocked about what I was hearing. And I kissed him. Then he kissed me back and again and again. He told me he didn't want this to just be for this night. My mind was going crazy. The guy I had always liked was telling me he wanted me, to be with me that he liked me back. Never, never thought possible, when I first saw him go into comic class that we will be in this situation. Holding hands, forehead to forehead looking at each other, confessing what we felt about each other. When I go back home, still in shock, I replayed everything and realize he didn't ask me to be his girlfriend so... The next comic class we were left alone and he took my iPhone away so I would leave for my other class. He was looking at me like in the park, deep serious not wanting me to leave but he said he would return it if I said goodbye, you know with a kiss. I told him that I would, but not the way that he wanted. I started saying he didn't tell me everything that night. That something was missing. He knew what I meant and glare at me and smiled, telling me I was so complicated and I told him that this way was more fun and that he will not have a thing from me till he ask me. He returned the iPhone. I was dying to kiss him again and had no idea where I got that self will to not do it. A week and half passed, or it felt like that, but the guy wouldn't ask me out, he did talk to me and I just kept throwing him signs that I wanted to kiss him. He claim he couldn't wait either but told me to wait. To give him time. I was like really? More time? After 2 years?! I was going to lose the ground if he didn't hurry. One Friday. December 7. He asked me out to Fundidora again and the Christmas season was starting. That day they were going to light up the tree so, we walked and talked and ate and the count down to light the tree started so he seemed in a hurry to get to this bridge and after they lighted the tree a firework show started while we were getting there. After that... He started saying that he was waiting for a special moment like this to tell me he wanted to be with me, that he wanted this to last forever and asked me to close my eyes and count to ten. I opened them and there were roses and a teddy bear with a Christmas hat that I have no idea where was he hiding them because he wasn't carrying a bag. He looked at me and said "I am dying for a kiss from you" and asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. I was again speechless and felt like this wasn't happening. The guy I had a crush on forever was asking me to be his girl. I was just smiling, and I could not take it anymore and just kissed him and whispered a "yes" between his lips that just made him kiss me deeper. Man, I was flying. I couldn't stop kissing him. Finally, I was with the person I wanted. Because, God, he is everything I wanted. It feels awesome when he leans over and I get in my tip toes for a kiss. I'm too dam short and he's too dam tall and this works too dam good. And he's legal! Here in Mexico 18 is legal. I still look at him after we kiss and can't believe I just kissed him. And he kisses me with so much hunger. And the way he kisses my hand so sweet and looking at my eyes just..makes me shiver. Even of the age difference, I used to care before but now, now I don't give a crap. He could beat any friend of my age in maturity. And I know people are going to criticize us but we are willing to take that. This feels so right. This is right.