my story

I woke up, drifting back to that unforgettable summer.
It was the summer when life began. The summer I turned 15.
Our relationship was everything it should have been almost as if our time together had been written for a novel. We came together through friends of ours, as do most typical high school relationships. We grew closer and closer during the school year, spending so much time together on weeknights playing ball outside the school. It was on the way home from his house one Thursday in August that I realized I was falling for him. Every sign showed love. I could hardly sit still in class just anticipating the next time i would see him.

Being with him changed my soul (barf). I shared everything with him, even things I kept from my family and my other bestfriends. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. He didn't feel the same way. I wished I could return to the long summer nights we had spent together.

But I realized he was just a guy. A special guy.
*get over him jeleel, it's been 2 years*