I remember this argument we had at the end of the semester of 8th grade. It was a huge deal for me, but I guess for him it was whatever. Those weeks that I didn't laid my eyes on him, I didn't talk to him, those weeks that I avoided him was the worst. If I told you how handsome he looked that day of graduating, his flannel he was wearing brought out his eyes, his curly dark hair looked more appealing than ever. That day, I put my pride aside and talked to him. I remember him smiling and giggling, as if nothing ever happened. I didn't have the courage to take a picture with him because I still felt guilt for not talking to him.
It was summer, and even though my feelings for him was just a friendly feeling and nothing more, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He texted me day and night, telling me beautiful and how I was the best!
9th grade came just around the corner, high school. Damn to know that I might not have him in any class was hell because I was always so close to him.
I've noticed a change in him, not a "omg that's good" type a change, but a negative change. He didn't smile as much anymore and was more of a douche to some people.
I remember we were texting and he brought up something from my past which I hated and he was such a dick to me. So I went back to ignoring him, even though he acted as nothing ever happened. My emotions where everywhere. I didn't know what to do, but I manage it, I manage not talking to him for a year even if it hurt looking at him.
I remember in three occasions he made me cry, in which I never cried for a boy until that day, that time. I didn't know if it was anger I was feeling, if I was sadness or if I just miss him and couldn't find the right words to say, only tears.
The first year of high school was so depressing, so shitty, that I didn't have my best friend to tell, the guy I knew in 8th grade wasn't the same one, he was completely different.
