It's been a year since we met and I'm really happy that you came into my life. A few weeks after we met I realized I liked you more than a friend. I wanted to be yours but I was scared of what you'll say or think so I kept quiet. After I couldn't take it anymore and I told you that I liked you. I wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms but I couldn't. We wanted to start something and it seemed everything was good but then we didn't continue it but remained friends and that hurt a lot. I was fine with being friends as long as you don't walk out of my life like all my other friends did. I remember how I told my family I was bi. They accepted me and all was good. They found out I used to cut myself and they got mad and talked to me and my phone got taken away for a couple days but those days were torture because I couldn't talk to you and when I received my phone back, I saw you texted me and were actually concerned about me. I hate being away from you for a long time.
When you are absent from school for a day I go crazy and miss you a lot. I love talking to you and hearing what you have to say. I remember the first time you talked to me, you asked if I wanted to walk around with you but I said no. You never gave up and the second time you talked to me and for the second time you asked if I wanted to talk to you and I accepted and we walked around, getting to know each other and I realized you're a really nice person. We started to hang out more.
One day it was lunch and we were in the classroom and then you asked if I wanted to come over to your house and I was shocked. No one has ever invited me to their house before. I told you that I would have to discuss it with my parents. I went home all excited and told my parents and they told me they would have to talk to your parents first, so my mom phoned and talked to your mom and then it was decided that I could go to your house. I was excited but nervous to meet your parents.
