It's Complicated

Chapter One

        All my life I dreamed of being with him. Eversince we were little, I always wanted to be with him once again. At 9 years old to 10 years old I dated a boy who was 12 to 13 years at the time. His name was Jake. Jake was always amazing to me. I always wanted to be with him no matter who came into my life. After we broke up when we were younger, things got weird. Of course they were awkward because over the years, I kept trying to be with him again. He never wanted me though. Then the summer of 2013 came. 

        It was a tough year. 2012 was just as worse, but it never ended. Their was problem after problem. I had started homeschooling in January because my parents were getting a divorce. Things were difficult and I had too much worries, that going to school was bringing me down. I started homeschooling and I got closer to my father. My dad ended uo moving to Arizona because he couldn't handle all of the frustration without being with my mom. It was devastating for me since I wanted him to stay so bad, but I didn't want him to be uhappy. I said goodbye to my father and things were getting hard. 

        I would put things on Facebook about being depressed, which of course, who doesn't? One day Jake seen it and he messaged me that night. He had told me that if I ever needed a friend, that he was always here for me. I took that into consideration but was so sure that he would never be my friend. Then, he started to talk to me everyday. We would talk about life and the struggles and about day after day. Then one day, our family got extremely devastating news. 

        My grandma, Sandra Morris, had passed away. I remember having a terrible breakdown, not being able to breathe. My grandma was important to me, to all of us. She left a mark on everybody she met. She was loved by all and had such an amazing heart. Jake had met her before and had been close to her as well. I told him the news and he automatically said he was going to be there for me. That day he came over to my house, hung out with me, joked around with me. I kept fighting the flirting that I did with him, but it was just too hard. I cared about him, but I knew that he didn't feel the same way. I brushed the feelings off because I knew nothing would ever happen. 

        He had started coming over more and more. We started to talk more and more and had started to become close. We talked about our secrets our problems and all that we had wanted out of life. Him and his girlfriend had soon broke up because of her constant backstabbing him and I started to get even more happy. I wanted to be with him and I still wasn't going to give up. 

        He was there for me. He was there for me whenever I needed him and we became so much closer. One night he had come over to my house and had stayed the night. We watched movies in the living room and just talked and talked. Then he had told me he loved me and I remember crying because of how happy it made me. I couldn't believe that Jake of all people would actually love me. It seems to not happen that way, but both of us loved each other and that's where our relaionship began.