Aliza Jean Panoringan Mallare

Oh you. What can I say. Hah, everyone says you can't find your true love over myspace. We proved them wrong, didn't we? Two summers ago, I logged into my myspace and I had one friend request. It was you. I was like hey look at this cutie. Turns out you're new to Elk Grove, and you're going to Franklin next year. I was like oh man, that's pretty awesome. It also turned out that you lived like 2 minutes away from me.

But I didn't expect anything serious. I was just like its just another cutie from myspace. We stopped talking for about two months because we just had nothing to talk about hah. Then before school started we started talking to each other about our classes and what we had. Turns out we had PE together 6th period. So for some reason, on the first day of school I was just dying to go to 6th period. Hoping that I will see you. When 6th period finally came, I literally felt like I was in one of those love story movies, and everything got dark and a light was just shining on you. No seriously, everyone in the gym just got zoned out and all I saw was you. Then freetime came, I went all the way down there, planning to go say hi to you. On that very last second, I chickened out. First time in my life I got scared of going up to a girl. I was like, what the effing hell is going on. So I just sat with my friends, behind you. They were telling me stories and crap but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy thinking about what happened during 6th period. How beautiful you looked. How it felt like you and I were the only one in the gym, but the only problem is that you didn't notice me. The very end of the period, I got up off my seat. I past you and just said "hi". You were like "oh hi!" in your very cute voice. And that's how, you became my crush.

Soon enough, we got closer. We got to know each other more, and we began riding the bus home together. I remember right after PE I'm be so damn sweaty and you wouldn't mind. I was always embarrassed but you didn't care. One day, I came over. September 14, 2008. I asked you out to homecoming, and most of all, we got our first kiss. Then came homecoming. September 30, 2008. Best dance, of my life. Hehe right after we went to Carls Jr and dropped you home, I just went home, laid down, and just kept smiling. I thought to myself "Stefan you got the best girl in the world. Don't fuck up. Don't lose her. Don't play her." So, then I planned my next move. October 6, 2008. Official. We went out. You weren't my crush anymore. You were mine. My love, my girlfriend, my boo, whatever you wanna call it.

So the picture above, that's our homecoming picture. We failed at matching cause you said vintage red. And you were wearing purple. Hah. It's whatever. At least you stick out while everything else is black and white.