Whitney: It all started when I decided to fly back to Illinois in the summer of 2005 to see my life long friends, Molly and Shannon, before I went to college in the fall. Actually that's not true. It all started when I was in 3rd grade and a specific someone chose to make fun of my "hair do". I'm sure it was deserved because back then I looked like a little boy, apparently all in the name of Dorothy Hamill.Ugh! PS. Thanks again mom.
Anyways, little did I know, after all that had happened (moving to California my freshman year of high school and making a new life for myself) I would come back years later and fall for my one and only bully. The night we met, or reunited, my friends and I decided to go to a drive in movie and invited a few of their other friends to come along, among them was Isaac Wesley Neal Strong. My friends prepped me ahead of time saying Isaac had grown into a very beautiful specimen of a man and was no longer the annoying little 4th grader (he's a grader older)I remembered him to be. Boy were they right.
At that time in my life, I wasn't interested in finding a boyfriend and didn't need one to validate who I was. I was happy just being me and being on my own. It was a new chapter of my life and I wanted to go off to college with out anything holding me back, but when he walked down the stairs into Molly's basement and into my life, I knew I was in trouble. I can still remember his highlighted faux hawk hair, his grass green concert T-shirt, his tan skin, his baby blues and his shy yet captivating persona. How could any 19 year old girl not love him? And when I found out he played guitar and wanted to be a worship leader I no longer had a choice in the matter. My little heart walked right up to him and practically leaped into his arms with out even consulting me first!
I spent a week in Illinois trying to deny my feelings and walk away from the trip like Isaac hadn't affected me in some way so I could go to college with a clean slate, but it seemed quite impossible. We hadn't even spoken a word to each other the entire week, until the last night when I reluctantly said goodbye to him and he gave me what felt like the last hug I would ever get in my life. By the time I made it to my house in California, I couldn't get to the computer fast enough to "update my myspace" AKA talk to Isaac on instant messaging. A few days and several hundred hours worth of instant messaging later, the truth had been set free; Isaac liked me!!! (Yes, I was 19 when this happened, not 12 like it sounds I should be). In October, after 2 months of instant messaging for hours on end, emailing, and phone conversations, Isaac decided to fly to California to visit me. .