Teen Years

Love?

There was this boy I met one day at youth group. A couple inches taller than me, Dark-skin, and funny af. He was also nice most of the time and he didn't mind my weirdness. We would talk and talk about the most random things and I didn't know his name, what grade he was in, or what he liked. But we would talk and be yelled at so many times for talking. He went to TPTC so I was happy that he wand any a Frat Fuckboy. Then one day my bf of 4 years Rose thinks she saw him in the halls. I didn't believe her and tried to get her to find him again to take a pic. But I saw him first. That's when I had a panic attack and a breakdown. Skip past that week. The next week he started acting less of a douche and we started talking again. I even ditched class a little to walk the halls with him granted it was French class. He would get a ride from his mom after school because he hates buses just like me. He would stop in the middle of him walking to the door and wait for me to catch up with him. Whether I was alone or with all of my friends. We would talk about the stupidest that go on at school and he would even wait until my mom came to drag me home. Here comes present day where I'm thinking about him. Hoping and praying that he'll like me back someday. And I feel like my feelings got to deep before I could stop them. And then after feeling those rushes of joy from him I realized who he really was and that wasn't someone I needed to be with.