its complicated.

Chapter 1: How it began

Is this happening? Is be gonna actually do this? After eight years, 2 girlfriends, and a slap in the face? Oh god he's gonna do it. Brace yourself Claire! I thought as he leaned in clos-

Whoa whoa! What am I doing. I shouldn't start here!! Sorry to cut you off, but don't worry I'll get there. Your probably so confused.

You know what lets just start here.

Normally I wouldn't do this. Do what you ask? Talk about feelings. Just saying the word just gives me chills. Especially for him. He is the last person I need right now. Oh yeah who am I talking about? Well I'm talking about a relationship that's been talked about and been made fun of for years.

Now when I say made fun of I mean hard core " made fun of. "

I mean he's the last person I want to go and talk about right now. He's the most inpatient, totally unbearable person you will ever meet. However he's the nicest most sweetest guy ever. Like when he holds your hand it's like you can feel the feel of love rush through your body. Not that I "love him"or anything.

Still wondering what I'm talking about? Well I'm talking about something that was meant to be. We had known each other since the 1st grade. He was my worst enemy. I hated his guts. His crazy ass friend was even in love with me. He even tried to kiss me once, but I'll get to that part later.

Uggh, but those dumb jokes and rumors. Those jokes and rumors ruined my friendship, and pretty much my whole life. I hated those rumors. "James and Claire are gonna get married." Ummm don't think so. Why out of all the people in the world, would I " date " or " fall in love with " James.

Oh yeah his name is James. James Hanson was one of the sweetest guys, but the biggest player. He yes was one of my good friends, but also one of my worst. I mean in first grade we wanted to kill eachother. However as we got older I feel like the relationship "balanced out" a little.

However, I'm not sure how he feels. Well I mean unless totally embarrassed means anything to you. However I'll get to that. Well he and I have a lot of history. Like we-wait no. I can spoil the story so don't ask.

History that's probably narrowed down to eight good years. It's seems like just yesterday that I met him in that little first grade class room in 1954. Him in his little overalls, and me in my pink dress.

Whoa, whoa, here I go again getting ahead of myself. Trying to rush everything. If this story is gonna be told right, we have to start at the first second. The very tip. The day it all started.

August 6th 1954.