But to start this off. I entered my senior year of High school. I was still 17 years old. We saw each other when we could. Talked to each other pratically every day. But we both started growing up. I was and still am promoting for the company SPOTSPRO. Anthony had gotten a new car. Before he drove his m3 and ducati .His new car is a porsche carerra 911 4s fixed up. I still remember me, telling him how i saw his best friend on my homecoming night driving a new car. He then told me he got a new one too. That when he got it back from the shop, he would show it to me. Yet not tell me what car it was. Finally he came to my house and i saw it . I was like shocked. My baby had a porsche.
So i promoted for a company, and was in my senior year. He had a new car and was getting his life on track as always. He is a real estate agent and also owns a Lollicup with his best friend in our area. I am extremely proud of him. Everytime he does something good and he tells me i get so proud. i durnos why i just do.
Turning 18 of course had opened a lot of doors for us. Especially after i graduated from High School and started to drive. The middle of october, we broke it off again. He got jealous and started to act like a dick in public at the gym. I didnt even want to talk to him any more. I did date another guy. It was nice, yet it wasnt anthony. This time I really thought it was over. As always, mid january we started talking again. Feelings all rushed back. Til this very day i know i still love him.
