Again

Cassimere.

I've always liked the name Cassimere.

There is only one person I know named Cassimere.

Did you see that, how I'm putting Cassimere in every sentence.

Maybe it's because I can't stop thinking about Cassimere.

If my memory is correct (it usually isn't) then I began Liking Cassimere in Middle School. Cassimere and I were neighbours you see and our parents were the best of friends. It was only natural for Cassimere and I to become friends too. Cassimere and I grew up together.

I didn't start liking Cassimere because of some heroic act that he performed rather I fell for him slowly. At one point I do believe I may have loved Cassimere. Cassimere was my best friend.

All that changed however in High School. At first Cassimere and I were close, we had the same group of friends and did everything together. Cassimere played football and was slowly gaining popularity because of it. He hung out with the older students and spent less time with me.

One day I made a devastating mistake. I revealed my feelings for Cassimere to my friend Emma in a moment of weakness after seeing a sophomore cheerleader flirting with Cassimere. I was unaware that Emma herself was harbouring feelings for Cassimere herself and in a fit of desperation she made my feelings for Cassimere public knowledge.

Cassimere began to tease me every opportunity he got. He embarrassed me on more occasions than one. to rub salt in the wound he dated and had meaningless flings with every girl from school. Through all this my attraction to him never once faltered.

But he faltered.

We were no longer friends.

Him, the popular jerk and me, the quiet, subdued nobody. I had friends of course but I always preferred being alone to be surrounded by people you know.

My best friend became a stranger that tormented me through most of High School.

But I promise you, my senior year will be different. I will make sure of it.