A Lively Look into a Heartbreaker

The Beginning

It all started with a single look. I saw you at my friends house and I was hooked. You were older and you were her brothers best friend, you had me hooked. We were so young at the time but we didn't care. We swapped numbers and started texting from there, hiding the fact of our little friendship. We both knew our friend had a crush on you but so did I, and I won out in the end. Maybe it was because I looked older and could hang with the guys, maybe it was because you saw the innocence within my eyes and you wanted to break it. We 'dated' for months on and off, slept over the house at the same time, snuck into the kitchen or behind the house to hold hands or hug. Life was simpler before you wanted to sleep with me, but we were young so it wasn't on either of our minds. Fast forward of months of seeing each other and being kids, we caught a movie in the living room with our friends. It was a stupid comedic horror movie, we had the blanket balled up hiding the fact we were holding hands, it was a day I'd never forget.

April 21st of 2011. 

We sat there watching the movie, my friend Isa finally went to bed after being mad that we didnt watch her movie, Mike had fallen asleep on the floor and Eddie was passed out cold. It was just me and you on the tiny couch. I moved to lay in your arms, you had let me wear your grey Aero hoodie, which covered my black tank top and most of my rainbow plaid shorts. You always refused to let me wear your sweater so I knew this was going to be a good night. You looked down at me and tapped my cheek, I gaized up at you like a child watching the snow fall for the first time, and you leaned in and kissed me.  I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. The guy who'd I had a crush on for months was my first kiss. I pulled away red as a sinner and snuggled closer to you. Then we heard Isa walk down stairs, I stood up and pushed you away and ran upstairs to meet her before she had a chance to see. She questioned me on what happened and I told her nothing and "hes a butt" (exact words of a 6th grader). After that kiss led to a whole bunch of sneaking out to meet for a quick kiss, running into the woods, hiding behind cars, playing hide-and-go-seek. 

Flash forward  a few years 

I was in a unhealthy relationship and you were in a long term relationship with a psycho and we had lost contact over the years. Then you hit me up and my heart dropped, I was flashed back to our first kiss and I realized that I was still in love with you but only from afar. I couldn't love you so I left you behind. Then you started to crawl back to me, it started slowly, every few months, to every month, to everyday. It filled me with joy to see you breaking apart and wanting more. 

Its funny, even after 8 years, you're still coming back wanting just a bat of an eyelash to ease your breaking soul.