There's always those boys that you can never forget.You know what I mean, Those boys that you met somewhere, somehow, someway and everytime you see them or hear their name, you don't know what to do with yourself. sometimes your friends don't know anything about them and other times they just laugh. but it happens. I've had plenty of boys like that in my life and I can name a few right off the top of my head; Taylor, Frank & Anthony . they are my most known ones. & they all practicaly stole a piece of my heart at one time or another. We'll start with Taylor.
Taylor was that boy that people knew, but not many talked to. he was that boy who didn't have such a great family life and was an only child. He had blonde hair that went past his ears, bright blue eyes and faint freckles. We were best friends in fourth grade and everyday after school, we would race off of the bus and down the block to see who could make it to the old alley with the beagles in it first. He always let me win. He would give me a cupcake once a month and I would give him a brownie. I still remember what he said to me one day when we were walking the rest of the way home and it was snowing out;
"that snowflake in your hair looks really pretty..."
I could live off that line for months. At the end of fourth grade, Taylor told me that he was moving. I nodded and said ok and we just continued playing tag. I remembered the day he moved, I cried. he was practicaly one of my best friends, and I never saw him again after that. I never knew where he moved to, I never remembered his last name. I didn't remember anything.
Frank is next. Frank was the new kid not to long ago. That tall, blonde kid who would crack jokes at the most random times to make me laugh and always gave me his dazzeling smile. He was the one who sat next to me in both math & history and would always have something to say. Frank was the one who wore a tie to school on the first day, when nobody else ever does. He was on the football team and i remember, he had just gotten in a really bad fight with his dad because they had lost the game and i was painting a little girls face for a fundraiser. When he started to walk to the locker room, i looked over and waved and said " You did great, Frank" he smiled and said thanks. The next Monday in math, he had told e that what i had said was the highlight of his night. After a while, Frank got into some trouble and wasn't allowed to go to my school for a few months and i was heartbroken. i had really liked him. Not to long ago, i saw him. He was riding a bike with his father. How did i know it was him? That smile. That genuine smile. Not to long after that, soe people said he was re-enroling in the school, and i can't even lie about the fact that i'm excited.
Anthony is next. He was that sweet, southern boy, who loved his little brother, football, and running. He was always there to make me feel special, always. he would say " there's this girl that i like. She looks alot like you, has the same color hair and eyes. she even has you're name. she acts a lot like you. Maybe you know her?" and would smile at me. later to find out, that girl was me. We seemed to have something great and he always had my heart. He always did, and always will.
And i'm not saying that all of this was love, because it wasn't. it wasn't even close. it was just... those special boys that were always there for me and whom i could trust anything with. and to this day, i would never, ever, change any of it.
Thank you for reading all of this:)