Then he kissed me for the first time. Wasn't long or anything. Just like a peck. But it was our first kiss. He kissed me. I didn't react to it much. I just kissed back. Wasn't my first kiss. He knew that. But it was his first kiss. I felt bad after a while and so I kissed him for longer. He was so special to me. I loved him so much. We went to eat dinner with his family and then it was about 7:00 that we finished. We went back to him room and I did my homework. I sat on the floor while he played on his phone. I had Algebra and English homework. I did both and it was about 8:30 when I finished. I was playing the radio when a couple of my favorite songs came on. I got up and started dancing and stuff. I sat down after a while and he went to get a drink. I was sitting down on Facebook and a slow song came on. He came up to me and took my phone, put it on the bed, and took my hand and he put his hands in my wait once he got me to stand. We started to slow dance. He was honestly the cutest little shit in the world. He was Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute. I can't believe this is happening to a girl like me. Who hides things. Who doesn't try to bring them up. Who doesn't like to talk much about her personal life. Who was bullied for 9 years at her old school. Who was cyber bullied for 3 years. Who had so much social anxiety she can't even talk to guys she likes without messing up if they weren't her friends. Me of all people. This can't be true. It's so real but it seems to good to be true. I loved him so much. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. And then it happened.... the worst thing that could have ever been done....
