I’ve heard people with experience say you can’t fall in love at such a young age. Maybe its true but love can hit you at any place, any time in any type of situation. That’s what happened, I fell in love just when I was ten years old. I remember having to switch schools and I’m glad that my parents did that. When I moved to my new school I walked into class hoping that I would fit right in, the moment I walked our eyes met. I never felt anything like it, I thought I was sick because the feeling was so unreal. I remember how he looked with blondish and brownish hair , hazel eyes to match. Unlike me, black hair and brown eyes, we didn’t match but our hearts connected. His first words were his name, he introduced himself before anyone else did. He was my first friend I’ve made at my new school and later became my best friend. He hanged out with me so I wouldn’t feel left out, those were the memories I treasured the most. How he wanted to know about me, how he made me feel special. In an instant he knew how to make me laugh how to make me smile, but I promise that his smile shined more brighter than mine. We hanged out until he was sure I made good friends and for that Im grateful towards him. Even when he had friends to hang out with, he wanted to make sure the new girl had friends as well. But I knew one thing after a single day of hanging out with him, I loved him and in his eyes I knew, my heart knew he felt the same way. But we never ended up together. I’ve always had love rivals for him. A girl named Alejandra and a girl named Brenda. Alejandra was jealous because I took a special part in the heart of the boy I loved. I cant write his name for his own privacy. But his love rivals weren’t the reasons why we couldn’t be together it was because he changed. He always had problems with his family. I never wanted to realize the way he has changed because of the feelings that I’ve had towards him. An event that opened my eyes was how he would bully the boys he would call his friends, the way he gave the people the most hated glare that I’ve ever seen. My question was how could a child begin displaying such hatred towards people and how blind was I? It might of been of the problems with his mom telling him he was not the son of his father or it might of been because he still treated me with the same love and tender I’ve had towards him. The moments I’ve shared with him, the way he defended me, made me laugh or smile. The way he would sleep on my lap, when he let me borrow his sweater, when I sang for him. The way he always grabbed my hands or braided my hair when my mom had no time to do so. The way he complimented me of my singing, my hair, or just being me. That must have blinded me and cause me to reject the ideas of him changing. But all those tender moments stopped after we finished elementary and started middle school, he for the first time avoided my touches and warm looks. Instead he gave me rejections and gave me the glares he gave to everyone else. Maybe because of my nagging and worrying, I caused him to hate me and ignore me. He stopped talking to me and did not bother to contact me once. I sadly accepted that the little boy who I fell for disappeared into the guy who isolated himself. But aside from him not wanting me to bother him I still look out for because even now that Im about to go to a university far far away, I’m still so sadly and stupidly in love with him. I just hope that one day he will recognize all the love and desire I have towards him but if it doesn’t happen. I will still be glad and grateful that he became my first love.

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