In my grade six year I met a boy. A boy who was cute funny, kind, protective oh and depressed. I knew from the start that I liked him and that he was my first love. I knew then that he would never have the same feelings for me or at least that's what I told myself. I never came around to telling him because he was always either dating one of my friends or I was to chicken to tell him. No one knew about it other than me. Not even the diary I opened every once and a while. Grade six was amazing. There were no lies other than when I told told him he was just a best friend to me. Grade six was full of friends and fun, free of lies and broken hearts. I know it is dumb to have a broken heart from someone who was never yours but after what happened next you will understand my feelings and heartbreak.
