"Don't judge a book by its cover" they always told us and I didn't but Im thinking in this case I should have. It was 2016 the week after summer started I had just started dating you. You had those glasses and those freckles. Your smile made me happy. It was nice to be around you we lasted half a year together. Its was 12 am when it happened. We were texting back and forth and we were playing 20 questions I asked you if u would ever date me and you said maybe. This got us into a conversation of course I was trying to convince myself I didn't like guys at the time but I did. 15 minutes later you asked me out and I said yes. I told you I have to go to sleep and that i was really tired I didn't know what to do I sat there for 20 minutes woundering if I messed up... But who cares it was worth a try. I forced myself to sleep cause the next day I had football camp. In the middle of the football lesson I started to text you.
We planed on meeting at the store. So after practice I biked up there you're parents didn't know I was there. So it was. just us... When you pulled up I asked you what you would do if I slow motion walked over to you and then kissed you. When u got there I was a dork a walked slow motion to you then we kissed. Everyone stared at us. We went on with our day looking at books at the store and playing around. After the store we went to the basketball court. We were bolth really bad at basketball. After 20 minutes of playing we gave up and sat on the bench. We sat there I put my hand in yours. I cuddled up next do you putting my head on your chest. My eyes looked into yours and in that moment it all stopped. I had no worry's and no problems. The sun glared into your glasses. Your eyes were as Bright as ever. But then your phone went off. Your dad was 5 minutes away. You had to get going. Your dad didn't know you were with me.
A few weeks later was the first day of school. I was exited I had a boyfriend and 3 good friends. All was good. Well that's how it seemed. It was a good first day we had class the teachers were nice. School went by fast and so did the next couple weeks. Life was going great. But week 3 of school. That was when it shatter. I had woken up and gotten ready. It was a good morning. Until i got to school. When I got there you said you wanted to talk to me. I never thought that you would break up with me. You said it was age and it was you're parents fault too. Then you said you have to focus on school. But eventually I just thought I did something wrong. But it was just you being an asshole. It took a while to get over it.
Eventually I got over it. I told myself I was better off. But I knew that thing would never be the same between us. you still can berly look at me. I couldn't and still can't poke you in the arm without you getting all pissed off. I felt like I was disposable. Like anyone can just through me out. At that point everyone had stopped talking to me. I felt alone and I got used to it. But you were good at that. Making me feel bad in ways I didn't know I could feel bad.
