It was my freshman year of High School. Can't say I was too excited, but more like relieved. I had my whole future worked out, and none of my future plans included a guy.
If only I would've actually STUCK to those plans.
This whole story starts off in 8th Period. When he walked through the door. I looked at him. He was a gorgeous guy. It was almost like... love at first sight... for me.
We turned out to be good friends. I wanted more, and as far as I knew, so did he.
That's when I got a friend to ask the big question: Did he like me? It turned out he did, but he wasn't ready for a girlfriend since he was new and all. No problem, right? Wrong. Huge problem. That "short time" he needed to get things straight and to ask me out turned out to be my whole freshman year. It was full of never ending tears and disappointment. He wasted time that I could've used towards him on himself.
Sure, I had one boyfriend who I really didn't like. He was my way of getting my head away from my real crush. And did it work? No.
Summer of 2013 came, and I was still crazy about him. He wasn't about me. I decided enough was enough. I needed to end this.
I did. It was hard, but I did.
Not too long ago, I stumbled across some pictures on my camera of me and him. I felt everything rushing back. So, I pressed 'Options'.
I clicked down to 'Delete'.
I hesitated, but managed to do it.
It was exhilarating. It felt amazing. More amazing than loving him. I just felt all the relief rushing through my whole body.
If you're wondering, yes, I still do see him every now and then, but I've learned my boundaries. I've learned from the past, and I learned never to let someone in so quick.
