Nerd, weirdo, dweeb, freak. That's names they call me.
Those four words, or even more than four, affected me so badly. I used to listen to everything they say. The negativity used to get to me and mess up my life. Used to.
Then on seventh grade, this guy—Hemmings— run into me, or maybe I was the one who run into him. The irony was, we were both listening to the same song.
I'm not really good at socializing but we were both outcasts. So why not stick together and maybe, just maybe, it'll help?
"Somehow we became best friends and I learned that his laugh was the best sound I had ever heard. The way his voice sounded, it would take me to a place and make me forget my troubles.
Oh I loved the way he said my name.
Everything about him was beauty in its purest form. He didn't even have to try. I was in love with him before I had even met him. I was in love with the thought of him.
He was like a piece of art. More appreciated than any other thing on this earth. He was finally worth something. He had always been worth everything to me,
But he isn't hear to know that.
I don't have a penny to my name because I gave them all to him. I don't want to be worth anything if it means I won't have him.
No one could ever come close to us. There was no other match like us that was so flawlessly perfect even with all of our flaws. I'll never find anyone else like him because without him there is no us and nothing could ever come close to a love like us."