DAY 2- DESCRIBE YOUR FIRST LOVE, DON'T LEAVE OUT ANY DETAILS.
~FIRST IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHO THIS IS ABOUT, DON'T BOTHER READING IT THEN.~
I first fell in love just over a year ago, with a guy who I didn't know lots about. We didn't have any lessons together, we hung out with different people. I remember he had blonde ish hair, medium length (covering most of his fore head) roughly the same height as me. We had been speaking for a couple of weeks then on a Friday I asked him out. Ok, don't judge me for asking him out k? Good. On the Saturday after asked him out he suggested we went running...yes okay, I own up, I did pretend I like running to have something in common with him, don't hate me. Then a couple hours before we were due to meet up I said that I felt ill, which I did, but I felt sick with nerves. So we didn't meet up...then on Sunday the 1st of April we were talking about something and he said something like, I was going to tell you yesterday when we were meant to meet up, that I would love to go out with you. When I received that message it was probably the best feeling I had for a long time.
After that we started meeting up nearly every time we could. I started hanging out with him in school and I got to know him better. Then some day we were being cute over facebook, and he said something like 'you are nearly perfect...apart from you don't believe in God.' I'm sorry...but who the fuck even says that to their girlfriend? Literally, I got extremely mad, and then 1/2 days after my best friend and I went into town where we actually saw him...so we decided to run pretty much through town, to where him and his friend followed us. Then we ran to Vivary Park where they followed us again. Eventually they caught up to us, and tried talking to me...I ran on to the park and I think I sat down and ignored him for about 30 minutes...that's when he best friend decided to go 'Well this is awkward.' We eventually started talking again and we made up and then we kissed...Each time I walk past vivary that's what I remember. I hate myself for falling in love with him.
In June I went on holiday to the south of France where I met some guys...I thought I liked one of them, so I ended it with my boyfriend...then as soon as I got back to England he tried calling, texting me, messaging me on facebook and I ignored him. After about a week of dumping him I realised I still loved him...but he had falling in love with my ex best friend. I tried everything...but each time we started speaking it ended in an argument. Then I went out with his best friend...This is going to make me sound like a bitch, but I didn't love him best friend...I needed someone who would help me forget my ex, but it didn't happen...
Then along came my birthday 'September 14th' I was around my best friend’s house when I got a text from James Grint (yes Rupert Grint's (Ron off Harry Potter) brother) and then I got a message when an unknown number saying 'Happy Birthday xx'. So I replied: thanks and who is this?x Then came back the reply 'Tim'. I remember looking at my best friend going guess who texted me, and she went who...and then I showed her then message. or the rest of my birthday we pretty much texted non-stop, then I remember texting him Saturday 15th of September, going either hey or good morning, and he didn't reply. Then I think that evening I message him hey...still no reply. I tried talking to him for another couple of days until I realised he wasn't going to reply, because he is actually a twat. He decided to message me at random times throughout the rest of year, causing me to never get over him. I didn't get over him until I fell in love again with one of my closest friends (it's a guy btw).
I finally got over Tim in December last year. Still even sometimes now when he passes in the corridor, I still get butterflies...and I wish I didn't. I don't know why I fell in love with him and I wish I didn't, because my head would be a whole lot wiser.
