Mr & Mrs Mitchell

We’ve known each other since the fifth grade, but we didn’t actually become friends until the eighth grade. Fast forward to sophomore year, we were in biology together. I always chose him as my partner for projects because he obviously knew more than I did. If it wasn’t for Thane letting me cheat off of him, I would’ve never passed biology. I slowly started to develop a crush on him that year. I began to look forward to biology just to flirt with him. I started looking for him in the lunch crowd and liked to sit with him because he always made me laugh. The funny thing is, the entire time I would sit behind him in class and flirt to the best of my ability, he would flirt with our biology teacher. He made me think he wasn’t into me. Turns out, he was shy and had no idea I was flirting with him. Apparently, I made him nervous (so he says). The summer after sophomore year, we started to hang out. The first time he came to my house, he was picking me up to go to the lake. Before he got there, I told my mom, “My friend Thane is coming to pick me up to go to the lake.” She looked at me and said, “Oh, do we like this Thane?” I told her no, that he was just a friend (a friend I had a secret crush on). After he picked me up, we also picked up two other people to go to the lake with us. When the day was over, he drove me back home along with the other two friends. The two friends tried to get him to kiss me in the truck in front of them. He had never kissed a girl before. But, being the gentleman he was (and still is), he refused. Later, when I asked him why he didn’t want to kiss me, he told me he wanted it to be special and not forced. How sweet is that? Our first kiss was a goodbye kiss… in the rain, believe it or not. I was leaving his house, and he walked me out, like a gentleman, and kissed me goodnight. Now here we are, almost five years later, and I’m marrying that sweet gentleman I always prayed for.