October 6th 2015 was the day I met him, I saw him outside of a Starbucks after school. It's funny to think that one simple smile could change your entire life so drastically. If I would've known that from the start, I wouldn't be in this mess. So young and naive, I fell for his eyes, his charming smile, everything really; he had this way of smiling whenever I looked over at him when our friends weren't paying attention, it drove me crazy, just absolutely insane. The more we talked that day, the more I fell in love.
I knew him from before that, on Facebook through mutual friends but this was my first time seeing him in person. He would laugh at every joke I made and I thought he was so charming. He gave me this feeling in my stomach where it knotted and I felt sick and my palms were sweaty the whole time, while I tried aimlessly to make a good impression.
He messaged me on Facebook later that night and we talked for awhile, mostly about music and common interests. He had told me he was going to do a test so he'd talk to me later, he told me to "stay golden" so the instinct in me responded with "pony boy" which he replied with "that's my girl ❤️".
The next couple weeks after that we got really close. He was the first boy to ever sleep over at my house, I remember falling asleep running my fingers through his hair as he snores quietly. Things were amazing at the beginning, I knew he was the only one I wanted. Or so I thought. It was in November that shit started to hit the fan.
