There is a song that is taught to young children. My mother sang it to me and I have yet to meet anyone who hasn't heard it. "You are my sunshine." While it's a cute song for kids, it has a deep meaning if you've ever been in a relationship like this. I don't know how or when I fell in love with him, but say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an original essay When I first met him, John and I got along very well. It was my freshman year and I had joined my hometown police Explorer Post. It was raining and on our second meeting we were going to the outdoor shooting range in town to clean up brass and debris. I felt comfortable with John. There was no tension like there was between all the other kids. All the other guys were rank, had a stick up their ass, or both. He was so easy going, laughed easily and smiled constantly. He had a very funny laugh. Our friendship began, and as far back as I can remember, we were friends. We had a similar group of friends at school. At most I never thought of John as anything more than a brother. He was my friend Ricky's best friend who I had a huge crush on. John loved cars and was a boy when he drove. He loved speeding, going off-road, breaking the rules if he could. I have always been a stick in the mud at following rules and laws as my passion lay in law enforcement. I never felt unsafe, though. It was almost funny when John did it and we never got caught, even though I gave him a hard time for a lot of the shit he did and our Exploring advisor knew it. John never did anything to hurt me. In the summer of 2012, John invited all the Explorers to spend time on Lake Winnipesaukee, where his stepfather, a U.S. military veteran, had a summer home in a section of the resort where only veterans and their families. I was the only one who accepted John's offer. I left work that Friday, ready to withdraw money from my bank account and I was excited. Since I didn't have a driver's license, my mother drove me from Weare to Laconia. When John and I got home, he offered me his bed and said he would sleep on the floor in the next room. I remember thinking to myself how sweet it was that he was doing this. No man has ever shown that kind of consideration for me (apart from my father and the male members of my family). That first night, I remember wanting to be with him that night. Lying next to him. Nothing intimate, just lying there, talking in the dark. I still want it today. The next day we went to the beach and the waters were beautiful and crystal clear. Of course I got burned and John helped me later by helping me put the aloe on my back. We had brought some folding camping chairs to the beach and he pointed out a place where swimmers didn't go because it was close to the boat launch. We sat in our chairs. I looked at him, he was wearing sunglasses and watching the boats go by and I really got him. His tanned skin, his set jaw, the way he sat in the chair. He was a relaxed but proud and alert man. I was so happy sitting there in the water with one of my best friends next to me. I felt like I could say anything to this man and he would accept it and it would only enrich my character. Later that evening, we went to the movies and saw the movie “TED,” which was something we were both looking forward to seeing. as we both loved "Family Guy". There were two films showing. I didn't like the first one very much.I think it was “Neighborhood Watch.” There were two things I hated, Vince Vaughn and aliens. I remember John telling me how he was having an affair with our friend Ricky's girlfriend, Chantel. I had excused myself, gone to the bathroom and cried. I didn't understand why I was so angry. That was his business, however, having had feelings for Rick in the past and being pissed at Chantel, I told Ricky. Looking back, a part of me was very upset and angry at John. It turns out that John had already talked to Rick and they had solved the problem. I'm surprised John wasn't dead, Rick was an aspiring marine and was already built like one. I told John my feelings about it and he apologized. As if he had betrayed me in some way. I didn't feel betrayed, he wasn't my boyfriend, I was just disappointed. We talked about it and, while watching the film, he even held my hand. I didn't think anything of it because I held many people's hands in support and that's what I thought he was doing. The next day, we went to the boardwalk and played arcade games. John had another friend named Tim. I had never met him and asked John if he wanted some time alone to be with Tim. He said he wanted Tim and me to meet. Tim and I got along well, he was a good guy. We decided to go to another arcade down the street. John and Tim were having a great time and I was feeling a little bored and bored, so I left. I remember feeling really rebellious about leaving because I was 17 at the time and was still expected to ask permission to leave or do anything. I was crossing the bridge and looking down where John and I were sitting in the water when I got a text message asking where I was. It was John's. I told him and he told me to stay there. When he and Tim arrived, I explained why I left and they both apologized. I told them it was nothing serious, they were two friends who didn't see each other often. We all decided to go to the beach which was now deserted and the moon was shining on the water. We actually played in the water. John and I squirted each other and Tim came in and joined in. We sat on the sand and I remember the unimaginable bliss and happiness I felt. Nothing existed except John, Tim and me. Unfortunately, it was only a weekend. Later that year, John had argued with his parents and left home to go to Hampton Beach. It was already cold outside, towards the end of winter. He was texting me, it was the middle of the night. I wrote that I wish I was there with him, I wasn't writing it to make conversation, I really meant it. I wanted to be there, holding him and shivering with him in the cold breeze. He responded by saying he wished I was too, but said my parents might not have known about a guy taking their 17-year-old daughter so far away for so long. This was the accumulation. Looking back, I really wish I had taken the chance and been with him. I was close too… Then John decided to start working with a convicted felon. The criminal was a good man and I can't remember his charges but, as an explorer, John should not have been associated with him. We all felt it and that's what hurts the most. All the officers, all the cadets, we warned him that he was making a bad decision by being around this man. Ultimately, my counselor decided to tell John that it was the Post or his criminal friend. He stood by his criminal friend and that still pains me today. John asked me to choose. In my wiring, as are my morals and ethics, I am a firm believer.