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?
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