August 22nd, 2009.
I walked into my first hour class, nervous as HECK.
It was my first year at Middle School, 7th grade.
I looked across the economics room, and my eyes met his.
5'1", he was the shortest 8th grader in the classroom, but adorable.
I told my best friend about him, she'd known him since she was in 2nd grade, said he was a cool kid.
We started texting. He texted me first at a football game, my cousin gave him my number. I was awestruck, i had the biggest crush.
We started dating October 7th. The best day ever.
and the best year ever, if you'd ask me. we were best friends, and way more.
the next year, 5'7", he left for highschool in a whole nother town. A BIG town, compared to our small town, to play soccer. He's amazing, he made varsity as a freshman.
During the summer we went to each others houses, we stayed up till six in the morning on the phone, and had so many moments its impossible to count. We really did love each other Witty, we really did.
On October 14th, 2010. He admitted to liking one of his "friends". She's a sophomore, with dark hair and an Australian accent.
Blond, Blue eyed 8th grader < Dark haired, blue eyed australian sophomore.
A whole month later, i'm still broken.
But hey, i'll be alright.
Thanks for reading, i love you.