I move to New York in late summer after my mom receives a job opportunity. It is far from Texas, I expected that much, but what I didn't expect was to feel a sense of belonging. A sense that makes me feel everything will be okay.

I arrive at school the day after we move in. I expect glances and stares of course but I do not expect her she is blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes and I can't stop staring. She catches me once and scoffs while turning in the opposite direction. "Stop staring Huckleberry, you're starting to drool."

She's in every class and I sit behind her in every one of them and even though her brunette friend is staring at me like I'm a god my eyes are finding the back of her head and I am smiling like an idiot the whole day.

I don't know her, not really, but she's in my dreams and I awake several times in the night thinking she's beside me but am disappointed everytime and I have no clue what is happening.

She's riding the subway (for once without her brunette friend) and I am staring yet again. She comes and sits beside me introducing herself "My names Maya". I tell her my name, "Lucas". She then tells me I must be from the south because of my thick accent and says it makes Huckleberry fit all the better. I end up walking her home even though I've missed my stop on the subway and I'm miles away from my own apartment but her presence is oh so addicting and I can't get enough of her.

We hang out more each day and I'm growing attached more each second. I learn of her love for art and how she'll do anything for her friends, Riley and Farkle. We all become quite close and Riley is seeing me as just a friend now and it's a huge relief.

She calls me at 3 a.m. one night crying and I'm panicking and she says its all her fault. I'm out the door within seconds, driving quickly to her house. (My mom keeps the car and forces me to get my license even though there are taxis everywhere. ) I knock on her window and she opens it still sobbing and looking at her room I can see her distress. There are things thrown and her table is knocked over and I'm not quite sure what happened but I do know I will hold her till she falls asleep and I will awake in the morning to ten phone calls from my mom and about fifty texts and I will have to convince her I'm fine and it will be a waste of breath because as soon as I say Maya she understands and only wants to know if she's okay.

For an entire year it is glances that make my heart race and touches that last a little too long to be normal. There are phone calls at 2 a.m. and movie nights where she falls asleep on my shoulder.

I accidentally confess my feelings during an argument and she's shocked I can tell and I don't know if she feels the same but then she's kissing me and I feel warm even on the coldest night of the year.

We're in college now and I couldn't imagine living my life without her. I propose on Christmas after five years of being together. She paints the moment soon after and I feel every ounce of love displayed in this painting and I don't think I'll love anyone as much as I love her.