8th grade year. Last year of middle school.
We began to get closer through out the year. Talking more. Spending more time together. We had a thing going , awhile before anyone knew.
It started when him sitting infront of me in Mr.Bob's class. To him staring at me then smiling when I noticed. To talking alittle. To sitting by eachother more. Then notes. Saying how we felt and such. He was so sweet.
He always had cheesy and corny jokes... think all of his friends could agree on that. He was there when I went through what I did. He didn't know everything that he wanted to but he knew enough to know that I was hurting even more.
We went from hanging around school to us hanging out side of school and watching Star Wars which he liked and One Tree Hill which I liked and cuddling up on the couch or bed & just talking away.
I should have when to prom with him. I was stupid not to. I regret it now. But he forgave me and I forgave him of all that.
