I had liked the boy for years now, too afraid to even be his friend. We were enemies at one point, and friends at another. I was too embarased to ask him too be my friend that my bff's had too. But he said yes. He was being so nice to me. Giving me stuff and always accepting me. So, one day I told him. He said he did too. We were happy. We always liked seeing each other. We had fun together. But summer seperated us. I couldn't see him anymore.

I had already planned to ask him to the school dance the following year. I was happy. And excited. Not long after that he told me. No, not me. He told me friend. She told me. I got his number and then he told me. Over text. I acted like I didn't care, but I did.

I can't get over him. I had to get this off my chest.