This is a story about a boy and a girl...

...and it's a pretty pathetic story in the beginning. I like to think things have a happy ending, being the hopeless optimist and partial romantic that I am, but for right now, understand that this story starts off as a puddle of dismal letdowns, confusion, and general chaos.

It's not a story that is particularly interesting or exciting or even that good, however it does have a lot of tears, a few phone calls, some yelling, screaming, weird voice utterances, some 'mmhmm-ing', some laughs, some sighs, some heart filled longing, some frustration, and some prayers. It has a few bad hair days, a few missing teeth, a few sweat stains, a few push ups, a few pull ups, and a few long nights talking about nothing and everything.

This is just a story about a boy and a girl. There is no ending to this story... yet. But I'll bet you all the pennies and dimes collected on my dresser that it will be a happy ending. Why? Because I'm the girl. And why else? Because I know the boy. And this story may not be particularly interesting or exciting, but it is particularly unique. You see, it all started with a Private Message (or a PM for those of you savvy enough to know such things) on an online forum I didn't even go on that much. At 11 something at night. From a boy who thought I was a guy. From a boy who wanted nothing more than to be friends... if that. 

But let's start at the beginning. After all, that's where most good stories don't start. They usually start in the middle or just on the cuff of all the drama and climax. However, this isn't an interesting or exciting or good story, remember? It's just a story about a boy and a girl. Here we go...