Our relationship didn't change much we held hands. I was scared though he was so much more experienced. I don't know how many girls or what kind of kissing he did but I knew he had kissed. I was experienced too of course. I had my 1st kiss kind of, the nose counts! Even though we didn't do much we still talked and the closer I got to him the more I REALLY REALLY liked him. I had my fair share of crushes but this was different I could really talk to this boy and I loved it. His personality was amazing I loved it, his jokes were stupid but I loved them, his laugh was nerdy but I loved it, I started to love him. I was scared of this he could hurt me so easily but I couldn't help it or could I? I tried to tell myself it was 8th grade and I was crazy but no matter what I told myself I still loved him. I thought our relationship was going amazing! Or at least okay, I didn't know it was my 1st real one. One day after he had been weird all day I got a text "hey I was gonna talk to you in study hall but forgot u aren't in there I think we should break up I like you but I think we are too good of friends." Nothing had ever hurt so bad from something seeming so unimportant "lol" is all I said.
