Dear First Love,
I fell in love with you 8th grade year. I liked you since fourth. You made my heart pound at first, but that was when I didnt know what like or love was. You made me feel extremely special in every way. Once I found out what love was and what like was, I was stunned to find out you were my first love. I told you seventh grade year that I liked you, and I was lucky enough that you liked me back. The reason, however, that I was unlucky was because you were my brothers best friend. I know how cliché this was for us, but I felt as if it was true. I know my silly mistake. I am getting too far ahead of myself. We started talking. I opened up to you more than any of my friends, physically and mentally. When you came over to see my brother, I felt like you mostly came to see me. When my brother went to sleep, I get close to you and wed talk, hold hands, and cuddle. I eventually let you touch my butt and kiss my neck and cheeks. I rubbed your hands and inner thighs. All we did was innocent, but it didnt feel that way. I was so afraid of my parents or brother waking up and seeing us. Then I stopped worrying and started enjoying. This went on for a few months and they were great. Then, after New Years I got cold feet. I said we needed to stop. I was going into high school and you were going into 8th. I knew we would never work. I told you that in February or March. Then that Christmas I sent you a text saying how I know we didnt talk anymore, but merry Christmas. You said yeah, we should talk more. It started up again. We talked and you are no longer my brothers friend so you cannot come over. I missed and miss you so much. Its been 3 months. I dont know why I am killing myself, I know I cant be with you ever. You have been my first and only love, and for that I can only hate myself.
Love,
The Person Who Will Sadly Always Love You
