When you were mine

I, a lonely pathetic 15 year old girl, swore up and down that I'd finally fallen in love. His name? Andrew James. His age? Only one year older than I was. Was he cute? Only to me, but to me he was EXTREMELY adorable. I still swear I love him but I wouldn't dare tell him that. Anymore. We used to have feelings for each other so in sync that my world danced around me, but he left. He doesn't feel it anymore. His heart beats differently now, and I can't match the tune. Will I ever move on? Or will I die with only my love for him?