Just for you

Invisable.

Well, it all started in the beginning of my 7th grade, 8th block. I remember this as tho it happened yesterday. He wasn't quite the guy that girls would fall in love with cause of his looks. He was "normal" not too weird, funny, liked sports, and art. There was something about him tho. Something that made my heart go crazy for, something that made me smile just when I think about him.
And as tho it happened yesterday, I remember each and every mistake that I made, each and every little thing that made me go farther away from him. I remember every inch of my body that wasn't the way he liked it. I remembered everything and I hated it at the same time.
Tho, I don't regret it, for it brought me to something much better, something that is worth dying for.
Anywho, 8th block? It was an english block, quite funny to be honest, because I've spent 96 days trying to have him notice me, have him know that I liked him. But with each day he just got farther and farther away from me. Just started acting like I wasn't even there, like I don't exist.
Slowly and painfully the 96 school days slowly went by until this final day, the day I hate to this time. Valentine's day... the day when I found out that he's moving away. And many of you may know the pain of smiling when something is eating you from inside. You all know the pain of not crying, simply because it won't help, because you know, tears won't change anything. So I spend the rest of the day smiling, and laughing as tho nothing is wrong.
It was just another normal day... Or so they all thought. Until the end of the school. Why...? I've known him only for 5 months at most. But when I decided to tell him "Goodbye"... to this day I can't hold back the tears, I can still feel the pain in my chest somewhere deep deep down. When I saw him, when I saw all his friends, when I saw them hugging, I hated the fact that I'm not one of them. I hated the fact that the only reason why he'd ever talk to me, would because "HE HAD TO!".
He was the world to me and I was just the background color to him, that day was the day when I finally realized that, and if hell exists I know what it'd feel like.
So I spend my ride home crying, and trying not to break down even more on my friends. Despite the fact that I was broken, they still made me happy, because even tho I'd never see him again I knew someone cared about me, and to be honest, that's all I needed to know at that point. So my way home was quite messy, I was so so happy to be the first one home, so I could just curl up in a ball and forget about all of this.