Oooohh.. You're my best friend

Two years ago, today, I was driving home from my mom's to her parent's house. I was living there for the time being just for the sake of not being alone. I was single, pregnant, and had nobody that loved or accepted me- at least I felt that way. On the highway between the two houses there was a small town restaurant where an old friend of mine worked. His name is Gary Levi Gaskill. He was taking out the trash when I drove by in my new car. There's no way he could've known it was me with my tinted windows and it already being night time... he still watched the car as it drove by though.

I texted him and of course he didn't know who it was. I mean, two years before he had a crush on me that ended in my sister liking him! Of course he wouldn't keep my number with a twisted love triange like that! I told him my name was Rachel (I didn't want to tell him it was me in fear of him not wanting to talk to me anymore) which I soon found out that was his sister's name! We ended up talking for the next month which was great. I needed a friend so bad and he was there to talk to me, to tell me it's all going to be okay, and that I was making the right decision. Two weeks after we started talking he told me he loved me, never being told that before in any such condition, I couldn't say it back. Not yet.

Something you need to know about this boy is that he is a very good friend. He will always be there for you no matter the conditions. He loves everyone unconditionally and thankfully his parents knew somewhat to do to raise such a child. He didn't judge and he accepted everyone, including me.

Exactly one month after we started talking...it was time...I was one week over-due and needed his love and support. Unfortunately my grandparent's mom had passed away the week before and so everybody was at the funeral in California.

It's strange how even just texting someone for so long can lead to feelings like these. Gary and I had never talked on the phone, that was definitely not needed. for a friendship like ours. But then that night, April 2nd, I called him and asked him to meet me at the park that was closest to my grandparent's house. He drove right over even though his curfew was just around the corner. I suddenly knew that it was not just a baby in my belly. There were THOUSANDS of butterflies!!!!! What was I so nervous for!? Did I...LIKE....this guy that was two years younger than me? The guy that my little sister was absolutely crazy about!?!? The guy that would never talk to me in High School because he was too shy and intimidated?? Yes, this cute, young, lollipop-looking boy was about to become my best friend, little did I know that I was about to fall deeply in love with him.

Curious as to what was taking me so long to go two blocks down the street, he called. As I gathered my nerves, I told him I was walking (more so wabbling) over. It started to sprinkle just a little bit on the walk over. But I wasn't about to complain, the cool, early April rain helped calm my nerves. I was hoping to walk around the park but we ended up parking ourselves underneath the pavilion. He looked me up and down , obviously noticing the huge thing under my tight red shirt, then asked me how I was and what took so long. I told him I was nervous as I held back my tears. He told me I had that "glow." That night was my last night pregnant, he was there for me then...and has been since.

Here's this for you, Gare Bear!!