Love of Horses

I was in love. It’s just like they say, you just know. And boy did I know. My heart skipped a couple of beats when Cindy passed me the note that said “Jason likes you.” Now I’m not the kind of girl who just sits around and waits to be asked out. I’m a strong, independent woman, so when the bell rang for recess I went right up to him and asked, “Do you want to play with me today?”

We got the swings before anyone else. It was so romantic. I didn’t really know what to talk about with a boy. After a few minutes of silent swinging, I was starting to get nervous. My first date ever and we couldn’t even make small talk! So I said the first thing I could think of,

“What’s your favorite animal?”

Jason though for a moment, “Uh…horses.”

“Really? Me too! It’s so nice to finally meet a sensitive boy who shares my loves of horses.”

“Yeah, they’re great. I live for horses.”

We had the same interests! It was meant to be.

That night I went to the library and found as many books as I could on horses. As I flipped through the pages, I fantasized about Jason and me admiring the pictures together. I imagined us both reaching to turn the page at the same time and our hands would touch. I sighed. I walked up to the counter to take the books out. The lady asked for my card. Shoot! I forgot my darn library card! I blushed, embarrassed, while inside I was beginning to panic. My fantasies started to slip away when I realized I couldn’t have the books. “I’ll just go…put these back,” I said as I stumbled away. I went back into the row where I got the books. Suddenly I did something totally out of character; I shoved the books into my backpack. I swear I don’t normally steal! But you understand, this was an emergency. I took three deep breaths then took a mad dash for the door. The alarm rang when I ran through with the un-checked books, but I just kept on running and didn’t look back. The crazy things you do for love!

The next day at recess I proudly showed the books to Jason. We sat down on the grass side by side and I opened one of them.

“Wait,” Jason said. “I have to tell you something.” He looked down.

I leaned in closer and did the bravest thing ever: placed my hand over his.

“It’s okay. You can tell me anything”

“Well, I don’t actually like horses. I just kinda said that cause I remembered you have that purple sweatshirt with the picture of the horses on it. I thought maybe you’d like me more or something.”

My eyes welled up with tears. It was the most romantic thing I’d ever heard.