We met at the happiest place on earth, Disneyland. I wasn’t expecting much that day, my sister just invited me to go to dapper day with her and some of her friends. That group was a very interesting one, most of us met that day. It was a really good day i really enjoyed getting to know you while at Disneyland and i talked about alot mainly because i believed i would never see you again. Then we met again, in Loma Linda of all the places. My sisters house. Of all of the places, that was the last place i’d imagine to see you. It took alot, i’m a shy dude. I think it took me a couple of hours to ask for your phone number. I was incredibly excited to see you again and after that day i believed in fate. We texted all day, and we made plans to see each other with our busy schedules. This was the summer i fell in love with beaches, that became our spot. I’ll never forget the day we met up at the beach to see each other but we ended up babysitting your baby cousins. I had a really good time that day. Then it slowly died out, or you lost interest. Our conversations became me asking you questions and nothing be reciprocated. I drove out to riverside 3 times to hangout with you. It became me trying so hard to be with you, and you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore. You were a one way street designed for motorcycles and i couldn’t keep up. You ghosted me out in about a month. I also stopped believing in fate, and started believing in effort.