Here is the reason I am writing this. I'm not trying to hurt her, or shame her. I just needed to get this off my chest. I met her in the eighth grade she was a seventh grader that was promoted to the eighth. I really like her she was the only other person I trusted after my brothers death. I'm not sure how to explain the feeling I get when I am with her. It's like everything that happened to me doesn't matter any more the only thing that matters in that moment is her. Over the next 4 years I told her my feelings and she understood how I felt about her. Well she, she hurt me me and her got close and an event was set In motion. But she explained that what had happened was an accident that it was misguided and ment for some one else. She continued to explain that she didn't feel the same way as the way I felt about her and we were friends and that's all we would ever be nothing more than friends . I was hurt that the person who I had trusted for the past 4 years could have lead me on and knew how I felt could have waited until now to explain that to me.
