Tired of love

Another try

I decided to give love another try, I thought "hey, it was just one boy. I'm sure all boys aren't that bad"  This brings me up to the next reason why I'm just completely done, so grab your spaghetti and meatballs and enjoy the story. 

October 17, 2015

I was in 8th grade, I had a few friends, one of them being a boy. But it was okay because I assumed he was gay, but was I wrong...yes I was. I found out he was totally straight when he pinned me up against the wall in the back of the school, I did find him pretty attractive, but no real feelings were in my heart for him. He confessed to me, he said he had a crush on me. I didn't know what to respond with, because I really thought he was gay. So did I respond? well of course I did I told him "Y-You like me?! I-I thought you were gay! w-well you learn something new every day."  I think he was offended by that because he didn't say a thing after that. But this takes me to a month later, I was starting to fall for him, so one day after school when we were walking home together, I asked him " Hey...do you still like me?" and he chuckled. He stood there, chuckling turned into hard laughter, I was kind of hurt. Did I say something wrong? Did he never like me? So many thoughts were running through my head. Then he grabbed both my hands and whispered in my ear "I will always love you"

February 14,  2016

It was valentines day, and I was going to do something special for Dante. I was going to take him to see a monster truck show, it only came once a year and Dante has been eager to see it. I waited outside for him at our usual meeting spot, but he never showed up. So I thought maybe he just headed home early,  I began walking home, then I stopped dead in my tracks and saw something horrifying. Dante making out with a 6th grader.  I froze, my hands covering my mouth, trying to stop myself from screaming as loud as I can. 'D-Dante..." I mumbled I guess that was enough for him to hear me because he quickly turned around and gave me the lamest excuse in the book "Robin, it's not what it looks like"  I took the tickets out my pocket and held them to  my chest  "here, you and your new toy can go to the monster truck show.." I ripped up the tickets and threw them at him. Then, I ran. I  find myself running again, just how I did back in 6th grade, running from a boy who broke my heart. What was worse about all this was that it was valentines day.