Keeping Me Waiting

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Keeping Me Waiting

Yesterday, he kissed me for the first time in front of one of our friends. I was very surprised. Surprised that he did it, and surprised that it has taken him this long.

Maybe I should back up, so you know what I'm talking about.

We met in college. A little over 2 years ago. He was the one that caught my eye at a party. Apparently I had worn the right clothes, or done my hair just right, because we talked most of the night. I found out that he lived on the floor above me, and we started hanging out more often.
I have always been the shy one. Never thought I was pretty enough to be noticed by such a good looking guy. But one night he invited me to his room to watch a movie. It was actually Valentine's Day, which I thought was romantic, seeing as how my 2 boyfriends in high school were too busy to take me out or do something special for me on past Valentine's Days. But he didn't see it that way. For all he knew, it was February 13th.
But February came and went. It was time to pack our bags up for Spring Break. I was going home to work for a week. He was going to Florida with his friends for the week. He thought it would be a good idea for us to take a break too. I guess I wasn't what he was looking for, him being fresh out of a 2 year relationship, and me being a virgin and all.
When he came back from break, he had a new girlfriend. That was the first time he broke my heart.

My freshman year soon came to an end. Over the summer I became best friends with his roommate. When we got back to school, they were on a new floor and he was single again. His old floor had been turned into a girls floor. Not good for me at all. It was a whole new floor of girls for him, and being best friends with his roommate, I got to watch them all come and go from the room.
That changed one night, when he invited me down to his room to keep him company when his roommate was out of town for the night. By this time I wasn't a virgin, and he knew that.
Over the last month of the semester, I rarely ever slept in my room. His roommate found a new place to sleep too, and we sort of had a falling out. But that was ok with me, since he became my new best friend.
Yeah, we messed around. Then we would talk until 4, 5, sometimes 6 in the morning.
But there was snow on the ground and Christmas cookies were calling my name at home for Winter break. Somehow breaks to him means a break for the "relationship" he is in as well.
We did agree to keep things strictly casual, but that doesn't mean he didn't break my heart for the second time.

New semester. New me. Or so I thought.
We were still friends, but it was hard to see him kiss another girl and hold her hand. It wasn't easy sitting in the same room trying my hardest to be nice to the girl that I wanted to be.
But one night when I was in trouble with the school and with my parents, he was there to (more than) comfort me. He ended things with the girl he was currently seeing, and we fell back into our old routine. Just in time for another Valentine's Day. We didn't do anything special, but it was nice to be back in his arms again.
Have you ever heard that saying that history repeats itself. Well, if you didn't think it was true before you read this, maybe you will now.

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