I am a hopeless romantic. I have seen Gone with the Wind four hundred and eighty six times. I love trashy romance novels and live for soap operas. I have been from one bad relationship to the next, hoping to find Mister Right. The reality of things is that I had Mister Right, and didnt even know it.
I was only a few moments old, when I first laid my baby blues on him. My mother Yvonne was in labor with me for 2 days. His mother Beth, only had to go threw four hours of pain. He was born exactly ten minutes earlier than I was. He had blond curly locks and gorgeous blue eyes. I had the reddest hair anyone had ever seen and lots of it too. Even back then our mothers hoped that we would fall in love.
His parents named him Jeremy Matthew Peterson. Mine named me Jessica Madison Polling. Our mothers think its destiny that they were brought together, to have babies in the same room, on the same day. My mother often said, You two have the same initials, it will make things easier for you when youre married.
From that day on, Jeremy or Matt as I liked to call him, and I were best friends. I was the only one allowed to call him by his middle name, and he did the same for me. We went to the same school, and coincidentally we were always in the same classes. We had the same group of friends, and everyone knew that Matt was mine, and I was his. Its funny how naÔve I was back then. To actually think, I had found my soul mate at that young age. Its not destiny when you are thrown together. Its called planning.
We shared our first kiss together at age thirteen. It was behind the stairs at the elementary school. He said to me,
Madison do you want to kiss?
I shrugged my tanned freckled shoulders, I guess.
So we kissed and he made sure everyone knew about it too. I was the envy of all my friends. One of the few girls who I was close to Amanda was the most jealous, Jessica Polling, you should be ashamed of yourself. She paused to throw her hands in the air dramatically, Jeremy Peterson is the biggest flirt there is.
From that one kiss, we were all of a sudden a real item. Our mothers couldnt have been happier. They would drop us off at the movies, or take us shopping. Our fathers on the other hand, werent as pleased with the idea. No thirteen year old girl of mine is going to be dating! Daddy often put his foot down, but mother had a way of changing his mind for him. Being an only child had its downfall, but being spoiled rotten, certainly wasnt one of them.
Jeremy and I went to our Grade eight prom together, both worrying about what might happen to us in high school.
The night of the dance, we went out to it on the steps. I had my head on his shoulder and he held me close. We made a pack to always be friends, no matter what. I remember looking into his eyes, and saying Promise me if we werent not married to anyone else by the age of thirty than well marry each other. He nodded, Maddy, well be together I promise.
I knew even back then, that something or someone would tear us apart. Her name was Caroline Macy.