And It Ended

Chapter One

          I'm not really sure how to explain it all. I can't seem to put it to words. I thought she loved me, but I was wrong. Why must I always be wrong? What was it that I did?

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         Seventh grade. Fifth period. Language Arts class.

         I desperatly looked at the clock, hoping to see the time to hit one forty-five. God, there was only three minutes until I could see your face again. It seems like a middle school fantasy, wishing to stay with you forever, but, it was. I loved you.

       The bell rang. First one out of the class, my eyes scanned around all of the faces searching for the one that sticks out from all the rest. There you were. Your beautifully  long hair, stunning outfit, and adorable eyes. I could not contain myself. You caught my eye, and smiled. Do you know how much that filled me with joy? Up to the brim.

        You walked through the door of the classroom, the last period of the day, where I finally get to have class with you. Talk to you. Interact with you.

       We sat down. You across from me. It wasn't really on purpouse, we were just used to sitting there.

       We had the usual amount of time before the teacher came so we sat and talked with a couple of other people, but I didn't want to talk to them. I wanted to talk to you. You.

         Finally, the teacher came in and started the daily lesson. I wasn't listening. Every thirty seconds I glanced at you for a breif second to see your face. A glance. Sometimes I caught you looking at me, but either I (most of the time) looked away or you did.

          I didn't want to look away, I really didn't, but my heart ran away from me down to my feet and my nerves took over. I could help it, that was just the effect you had one me. That is how much I loved you. You.

          Another day ended, and we said our goodbyes. I walked toward my bus, thinking of nothing else other than your face.

         Disappointment, fear, jealosy, and sadness filled me everyday, even though I never showed it. You made me angry, sometimes, I loved you so much.

        But you loved somebody else.