Prologue
I met you when I was a freshmen in high school. You were just a year ahead of me, but two years older because I had a late birthday. I thought I was in love with you. You were my first a lot of things: date, kiss, hand-hold, and sexual experience. That last one I wasn't too happy about admitting to people. Not that I was ashamed of it being you, but I was ashamed that it had ever happened.
I would say I loved you. I would not say I was in love with you. That was the difference between you and me; you wouldn't let me be in love with you so I loved you on my own. I used to look at you like you were my whole life. I used to look at you and think about how someday we would get married and have a family of our own. I used to look at you and completely kid myself. That was the difference between you and me; you didn't let yourself love me like I loved you.
When you broke up with me you gave me some bullshit excuse as to why you were doing it. You told me we would still be friends and that there was the possibility of us getting back together. I knew you had just said those things to make me feel better. In all honesty it worked. Saying those things to me helped give me hope. They made me believe that we would still have a future together. But those things were bullshit and soon I had to figure it out.
I went through all of sophomore year and junior year seeing you in the hallways with new girls and new friends, completely forgetting me. You always pretended like I wasn't there, or maybe you weren't pretending and you actually didn't see me. That hurt. That hurt a lot.
Then, at the end of my junior year, you graduated. I thought I would never see you again. I guess I was wrong.
