About 3 years ago I met one of my best friend. He had moved from Dallas Texas. I didn't know that he would be the one to keep me out of trouble even when he was. I didn't know that he would become so special to me in the end. When I first met him I couldn't stand him and he annoyed the mess out of me the first day I met him and it was also the day he became my best friend. I didn't know his story and I didn't know why he acted like a stuck up jerk and a brat... we had two classes together and one was PE and we didn't really have to do anything. So we just talked, we talked about life and why he moved to such a small town. And how he even found it, I had lived here for 6 years at the time and he made living here without my papa (grandpa) a little easier. May 18th (my best friend Savannah's birthday even though I didn't know her then) was prom and he had asked me to go with him and I did. We danced to one slow song and being that close to him and talking to him at that moment I did something we both promised we wouldn't do I fell for him and I was okay with it for that moment I understood the feeling of loving someone for real I was 15 then so I guess you wandering how do I know what love feels like. But I did, I told myself I would keep it to myself that I wouldn't let anyone know. I knew if I told him or anyone else it would be the end of our friendship or so I thought.... Last week was spring break and I finally told him how I felt, nervous as hell of course like hands shaking as I'm typing (Haha Like I would tell him to his face that would have taken two hours to even get it out) full of regret and wishing I didn't open my damn mouth, but it was too late he had read it. It took him a few hours but he finally answered because
he had his best friend over and would interrupted