SAVING KYLE: A lost angle

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There's only once in your life when you come across an angle. When this happens you should keep them close and never let them go, because if you do you will regret it forever. My name is Amma, and here is the time I met my angle.

To give you the full experience I will take you to the very beginning. "Ugh". I hate school. Hold up I can explain. For me, school was nothing but filled hallways, rude bullies, somewhat empathetic teachers. I always kept to myself and my apathy towards school gotten worse. I caught myself skipping class and eventually skipping school. I was okay with going 2-3 times a week. Although when the day came my stomach will still ache as if it was the very first day. The school was the worst for me since middle school. I never met someone who could understand me and my life. I was the target in every school I stepped in. No one, and I mean no one liked me. Was it because I was short?, shy, ugly? Who knows at least I started believing that was the case anyway. I didn't like eating at home because I wasn't that close with my family, and I didn't eat at school because people would make fun of me. I usually grabbed an apple at lunch and slowly nibbled on that so I wouldn't be awkward at lunch for the year. I was so done with everything in my life. Until I met Kyle. May 22, 2017. He was just the perfect person. Not snobby, and the only interest he had was to be a friend. My sister had introduced me to him while I was home 'sick'. I took an interest in him so fast. I had never had any real friends before. We'd had ranted off about so much that day that there wasn't a minute gap in our conversation. Was this it? Have I found my person?

Talking to Kyle was like an escape from the horrible place I called life. He made me feel so comfortable to open up with him, that we talked about everything. I had to be cautious, he was my sister's new friend after all. I quickly assumed they would end up dating, so I tried to back off a little. My sister knew I had problems making friends so she always shares her's with me. I was very depressed for as long as I could remember, but Kyle seemed to make me forget of my struggles. I told him about my family, school, and just my everyday lifestyle. I couldn't believe what happened next. Could we have been going through the same problems? I felt like someone was telling me my own story. I think that was the time I had known. I found my person. Life after meeting him was great. We would talk 24/7 without ever getting bored. We enjoyed each other's company, and couldn't stay away. We would fantasize about what it would be like in the future. Oh, how bad we wanted to move away to a new planet. We knew that earth just wasn't for us. Life taught us that way too much for us to forget.

     It had only been a couple of days and I'm sure we knew e-v-e-r-y-thing about each other. From birthdays to games, movies, to artists, and of course hobbies, to passions, but he never knew what he wanted to be in the future. I would give him ideas, but all that he wanted was a happy life. I was determined to grant that wish for him. We'd had so much in common it was crazy. I felt like he was a gift for all the pain the world has caused me. I was so happy, but knowing he was happy made me even more happy. I was so glad we were brought to each other, and that We could make each other happy. I knew he had been going through a tough time and the fact that I could help was amazing. A couple of weeks later, he was having a hard time. Each day he would compositor me he couldn't breath and he is in the worst pain of his life. I begged him to see the nurse at school, but his parents had thought it was a trick to leave school and when they did they left his sleeping in the car for hours. I hated him in so much pain, but I felt so useless. I told him multiple times again to tell his parents, but he said they didn't care. After couple of days of pain Kyle finally visited the hospital. He had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days because his lungs were punctured. He told me sometimes he couldn't breath, and had anxiety attacks while being there alone at night. I worried for him. We still called and text, but we would have to be very quiet about it. Sometimes we couldn't talk if his parents came in. He told me his cousin was visiting and that made me happy. They must have been very close, he told me she was staying to do homework and that means we couldn't talk. He told me his parents didn't know he had a phone and he was afraid she would tell, because she was really close with his mom. I was sad, but I couldn't help but loved that he was getting so many visitors. His grandmother even got him beautiful balloons. He was happy about it and that made me happy. It was the best day ever when he left the hospital. I could finally talk to him a lot and tell him how much I missed him.

     A year later, and our bond has only grown larger. My sister had to forget about dating him for me. I told her I thought it would weird if I talked to him personally if they dated. I was willing to cut him off, but it didn't feel right for any of us. We were already way too attached and there was no stopping that. During school days we called every night, during summer vacation we called all day. I had been getting the feeling my sister liked him again. It was the worst feeling ever knowing someone else loves the one you love. I decided to step back once again. One day my sister asked me to do I like him. I played it off and acted as if she was crazy. He was my best friend why would I like him? Do you like him? I asked my sister. It was like my world had crumbled down when I heard her answer. I don't know why I cared so much. Until today I only thought of him as my best friend. Could it have been that one question "Do you like him" that brought all of this about? I don't know but I felt sick to my stomach. Replaying the thought in my head "do you like him"," do you like him" was just a nightmare. It wasn't long until I found out I didn't only like him I think I....Never mind.

One day I got a message from Kyle. He asked if I was okay with him dating my sister. Once again I played it safe and said "yes". Of course, I kept my feelings to myself, but I couldn't help but feel sad. But worse! I was even getting jealous. I hated seeing heart emojis, I love you's and, smiley faces. Although we'd been doing that all along. It was just that piece of information that changed everything for me. I felt so wrong that I decided to talk less and less. Kyle never talked to me less, or changed since then. I was just a little too sour.

      They would have a little argument about me, but I didn't understand. I thought I was doing them a favor. Maybe I was acting out a little, and being very immature, but I was. I was only 16 Years old, what 16 year old isn't. He couldn't take me pretending to be mad at him. That's when Kyle confessed he had loved me, and I was the most important person in his life too. They had only tried to date for a day but everything ended too fast. I kinda felt bad. I only was mad because I thought he was only my friend because I was her sister, and I didn't want friends like that. We talked about my concerns and he cleared them. He actually cared about me.