I was 16 when I had my first serious boyfriend, Dan. We had been dating for a month and a half, and I was a Junior and he was a Senior in high school. It was the first time we both fell in love. I opened up to him about how in my past I had done pretty bad stuff. I did drugs, drank, got bad grades and ditched school. It was a shock to him because he was the complete opposite; he got good grades, worked, and was just an overall good person. I told him that I pretty much thought I would never amount to much, and I didn't have a future let alone a DREAM.
When I told him this, I started crying because by then I had changed and started doing better in school and in life, yet I still had doubts of myself and that's why I don't DREAM. He had wiped my tears and told me "Love, start dreaming and never stop... you are an extraordinary human and I know you have a beautiful life ahead of you." Then he kissed me. Two weeks later, he gave me the necklace and said, "Baby I love you and never stop dreaming". Now I'm a sophomore in college on my way to graduating and becoming a History Teacher.
As for Dan and I, he got accepted to UC Berkeley and, well, long distance relationships don't work. No matter how much you love the person, busy lives and jealousy get in the way. We didn't end on a bad note or anything. We still care and love each other. I wish him happiness, love, and all the best. There is not a day that goes by that I don't stop DREAMING.Thank you, Dan.