My First True Love, My First Broken Heart

So there was this one boy. He was my everything. We met two years ago at school, going into our eighth grade year. I knew I'd developed a little crush for him the moment my eyes first met his. His precious baby blues. I never thought I would grow to like him. He wasn't like the other boys I knew, no he was different. There was just something about him that caught my eye. I knew he noticed me as well, but we rarely showed our interest for each other. It was like we both knew but did nothing about it.

As time went on, we slowly made our way from looking at each other, to smiling at each other, then to actually talking to one another. It was amazing, I was stuck on cloud nine. Our first actual conversation started off as me asking him a question and him replying with a humorous answer. I remember we both laughed so hard, even though it wasn't that funny. We then made our way to doing anything we could to talk to each other. Again, it was amazing. It was the first time I was ever truly in love and I told myself that I would never fall in love young, until he showed up.

After we began to talk regularly, we decided we were friends. We talked to each other every day at school and after school. Our relationship grew dramatically once we found out how we truly felt for each other. We were best friends. Everyone knew it, but we tried to hide it. We did everything together, we were basically stuck to one another at the hip, we were so close. That's right, were.

Everything came crashing down on me when I recieved that life-changing text message on the night of Valentine's Day, "I have a girlfriend now, I just met her at the dance". My whole world shattered as I read those words that were totally unexpected. I thought he would have sent me something better, something a best friend would send. He had given up everything we had, everything we shared, for a girl he just met.

I couldn't handle it. I couldn't beleive he did that to me, after everything we had. We were closer than any one of my other friends. I just couldn't take it. My first broken heart. After that, our lives went on. We moved to different cliques and we don't talk anymore. We don't even look at each other. I still lay in bed and wonder, what went wrong. Why did we go our seperate ways? Howcome I lost my bestfriend? Howcome my heart was broken on Valentine's Day?

I know I still love him and care for him, but it's my time to move on. I know I'll find that love again in someone who is actually meant to last. My true, true love, I'm still waiting to find you. Until then, I'll carry on with my life searching.