I remember the first day I layed my eyes on your beautiful golden dirty-blonde hair, your gorgeous sky blue eyes had me under a spell, it seemed. I thought I was in love. I was 12, and your were 13. A year apart wasn’t so bad. I was in 6th grade and you were in 7th. I can still see the day we met when I closed my eyes. You were walking by my house, me and my friend asked you for a hug and you let us touch your Justin Bieber like hair. I loved every second of it. That night I began to have a conversation with you on Facebook and we made plans to do a foolish thing. We sat with each other on the bus every morning and some afternoons and talked all the time. We texted for hours on end and you were my bestfriend. I loved you and I was positive of it. I thought you loved me back. That night when we were ‘uncontrollable’ you were my first kiss. And it was great. I thought we would do that many, many more times. But a week after that, we got in trouble for being idiots and done what we did. You texted me when I was in the principal’s office that we shouldn’t talk because you didn’t want to get arrested. I was heartbroken. You knew that you were everything to me, right? That you helped me and minimize the times when I’d cut myself. Now that you’re gone, I don’t know what to do. I mean, you did so much in so little time and you didn’t care what everyone thought when we hung out. You were hot, sweet, caring, and everything a girl wants a guy to be. You were perfect in my eyes. I was in love of course, my heart pounding when I see you, hoping you’d randomly walk over and tell me your sorry, hug me, and we’d be happy again. But instead, I sit in my bed all night, crying, thinking of you. Was it love, or me being gullible? I’ll never know. <\/p>\n
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