so, no
one will read this. but this is the story of my first kiss..it
was july 4th. it was SO hot outside and i had on a blue and
white shirt. he wore a blue shirt (ironically) & i went to his
house because my "sister" lives across the street. i called him
at 10:30 and told him to get his butt outside.he told me his
goal for the summer was to kiss me..so we hugged for like 5
minutes and i had to go to a festival ): so he texted me saying
"i should've kissed you, right then. i'm so sorry."& after the
festival i came back & we hung out behind this old abandoned
house. we just talked and talked..then i left AGAIN. but it was
okay, because he was still walking in his neighborhood and my
second mom dropped me off next to him. i ran out of the car and
we hugged..and he leaned back, looked in my eyes and he kissed
me. i was so astonished and
happy.
thing is..we broke up. september 6th.
and im STILL in love with him. he has a girlfriend and me and
him are best friends..but he wont hang out with me because he's
scared to fall for me again while he has a gf..i want him SO
bad. if you read all of this..i love you.