I don't expect you to read this;
honestly, I don't even care if you do or not, I just need to get this off my chest.
So, this is basically part of my 'life story' I guess.
I met him when I was eight years old.
I moved to a new town, and he was my new neighbour.
His name was Brody, and after a few years,
I was completely in love with him.
We went to school together, talked about everyone and everything, went for walks late at night.
he hugged me when I cried.
He was my best friend, and I trusted him more than my female friends.
It wasn't until seven months ago that he finally asked me to be his girlfriend.
I already knew through his friends that he liked me too,
I guess that's why he just gave up and asked me.
Of course I said yes.
We dated for seven months. We did everything together.
I still remember our first kiss.
That is amongst one of the memories I will forever remember.
And so everything was 'fine,' up until two weeks ago.
We began to argue, over the littlest things.
Stupid things. That didn't matter.
But still we fought over the tiniest matters,
We drifted apart.
Each day our arguments became more intense.
I knew it wasn't going to last much longer.
I think he guessed this too.
We began to talk less.
After about a week of this we stopped talking altogether.
Then I called him, because I knew i couldn't stand any more of this.
We both decided it would be best to break it off.
I haven't spoken to him since, except for a simple 'hi' when I walk past him.
He doesn't know i still love him.
I don't plan on him finding out.
I guess all I can hope for is to one day mend our friendship.
Right, like that will happen.
I can't even look him in the eye anymore.
I know nobody will read this but honestly I don't mind,
I needed to say it.
No one knows I still love him.
My friends have guessed it;
They think I'm stupid.
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