Falling Too Hard

When I was in middle school, I met this boy, Mattie. He was in seventh grade and I was in sixth, but that didn't keep me from dreaming. We were friends, but he never seemed to notice I wanted to be more than that. My best friends knew that if liked him, and took it upon themselves to get to know him too.

The one that talked to him the most was Chris. But he wasn't always very nice. Once, we were all talking, and Chris embarrassed Mattie so badly that he wouldn't even look at me for a week. That was the coldest week of winter. Mattie was my light, and taking him away from me just made me bitter. He may not have realized it, but every time he brushed passed me in the hallway and said, "Hey, Sydney.", my heart stopped.

In my eyes, he was perfect. He was tall, had dark skin and short, dark hair. His legs were muscular from playing basket ball and his smile could light up any room. He had good grades, and good friends. He was always warm. I'll never forget the way he made me feel. From the first day I saw him, my brown curly hair and brown skin seemed brighter, like I was glowing. And I was. I could feel it. And I'll never forget that feeling of lightness inside me.