hey yall(: i'm tyler. i'm sixteeeen. born and raised in the sweet south. i play basketball and i'm a cheerleader. i love driving. fanta is my obsession. summer is my love. anything else? don't be afraid to ask (:
let'sberealhere?
i don't want the perfect
relationship.
sure, i want a boy who does all of the sappy, cute
things.
who
doesn't? but that's not real. we're young,
boys are dumb.
dating
should be fun.
"fun"
doesn't mean whoring around, but meeting a boy who's
worth it.
it
means meeting someone you really want to be around.
it
means meeting someone you have tons of fun with, no matter
what.
it
means having a best friend that you just so happen to
like.
it
means dating for a while and THEN falling in love.
you
shouldn't be saying how in love with each other you are
after the first week of dating.
now,
don't get me wrong, if it gets serious, let it. but not
that fast.
don't be
afraid to date someone wrong for you,
just
don't date someone because you're just lonely or you
want to fall in love.
be a
stupid teenager and takes some risks.
nmf,.
we met right before
summer.
the end of eighth grade.
you were the smart kid, i was that crazy happy girl
that talked too much. you first texted me on a sunday, and
i got butterflies. i adored you. right from the
start. we texted forever. i don't think we ever stopped. then
came a party we were both invited to. i hadn't
seen you since we first started talking. i was scared it would be
awkward. it was so comfortable. i loved you. i knew it. you
made me smile like no one else before. we discussed our marriage.
we talked about getting married at our favorite place. it was
perfect. we always said how much we loved each other.
freshman year started. we swore we'd hang out as much as we
could. we never did. we didn't talk anymore. i
didn't think you felt the way i felt about you still, so i
never asked. i missed you. so much. i ended up
getting a boyfriend. you said how jealous you were. it hurt me.
after a while, i broke up with him. you started talking to
me again. i knew i just couldn't get over you. you
stopped talking to me. we'd go weeks without talking,
but then you'd come back and act like nothing happened. it
killed me. i loved you. i missed you. i knew you were
probably happy with another girl, so i never told you. i never
wanted you to know how upset i was. you were a player. i was just
part of the game. i knew it, but i couldn't stop loving you.
you told me you had plans for us. i believed you, for some odd
reason. you'd stop talking to me. we'd talk again,
i'd fall for you. you realized everything you put me through,
apologized, and i forgave you. it happened again. you played me.
it happened again. repeatedly. all year. all summer. again. here
i am, two years later. still in love with you. you like my best
friend. i should have known.
silly little girl.. when will i
learn?