It
Was The First Day Of
Third Grade;
I remember sitting and looking
around the class and wondering what boy would be a good choice
to have a crush on this year. I looked around at every boy and
saw none. Then I got to the last boy. He had brown hair, and
wasn't paying attention. That day I decided that he was the
cutest boy in the class, and that he would be acceptable to
have a crush on. Later in the year I found out from his friends
that he had a huge crush on me. It was thrid grade so I mean we
didn't really do anything about it. When fourth grade came
we were in different classes. I heard about the new girl he now
had a crush on. I didn't think much of it but I had new
crushes to. By fith grade we had forgotten about each other,
and we were in different classes again. But when I started
becoming best friends with his neighbor, I started seeing him a
lot more when I would go to her house, and we wouldhang out. I
started to like him again, but he didn't think anything of
me. Then I went into middle school. 6th grade everyone started
having boyfriends. We went to one of our school dances and I
slow dances with a friend. That night, I found out that the boy
that I had liked so much in elementary school wanted to ask me
to dance. That night he asked me out, and we started dating. We
dated for a few months. Then I figured out he kissed my friend
(who was his nieghbor) and another girl. I was crushed and
broke up with him. The next day when he apologized I
couldn't help but take him back. I'm not even sure why.
We dated for a couple more months when he broke up with me. I
was hurt, I pushed him towards other girls, and started dating
other guys hoping it would make him jealous. In 7th grade all
the boys were different. Towards the middle of the year,
me and him hadn't talked a lot at all. Then he started
dating my best friend. I wasn't mad because I
wasn't sure even how I felt about him by then. There
was just left over feelings. She didn't even know how
I felt. They dated for around 9 months, all the way into 8th
grade. Me and him had a few classes together and
I found myself falling for him again more and
more each day. Him and my best friend broke up. It
was kinda of a mutual thing. And I really hated to say I was a
little happy. Me and him became pretty good friends and then
towards the end of the year we all went to the movies, and he
held my hand. He was open to people that he liked me, but he
didn't do anything about it. I was mad and didn't want
to be a bad friend by liking my friends ex, so I just let it
go. Then this summer, we were at a friends house with people,
and me and him cought fireflies, and talked and I just felt so
close to him. After that we started texting a lot. Then one day
he just stopped texting me. I haven't talked to him all
summer. and just now I'm realizing that I
still love him. But the truth is.. I don't
think I ever stopped.
Just had to get that
out somewhere..
♥