It was a bright summer day. I was 9 and so were you. I saw you for the first time. Back then it was an innocent little crush. We were best friends. Neighbors. And boyfriend and girlfriend. We played everyday. When it rained. And when it shined. I could always count on you. And you could count on me. Then there came the day. I said I was going inside. But you kept playing your game. I said it was over. Who would have know that 2 months later you would move. I never saw you again. Until that bright summer day. It was Friday September 9th. Before 6th hour. You came up to me and asked if I remembered you. How could I forget you. You were my third grade crush. For the rest of freshmen year we were off and on. Even though we never actually dated. All my friends thought I was crazy. Then I spent my whole summer talking to you. And hanging out. Then on July 23rd at 12:32 a.m. You asked me to be your girlfriend. I of course said yes. I was happier than I had ever been. It is crazy how much you made me smile in that short little time. Then a week and a half later I get a call that broke my heart. It was your friend and he told me things I will never forget. He said that you spent the night at another girl’s house. I didn’t get it. I kept asking myself why you did it. Was I not good enough for you. Was I not pretty enough for you. Was I just not a good enough girlfriend. My heart was shattered. I spent exactly 10 months and 2 weeks fighting for you. And it all ended like that. And it is 6 months later. And I am still in love with you. You are still the only one I want. I would do anything just to have you in my arms one more time. I miss you each and everyday. You hurt me then. And I am still hurting now. Maybe one day I will move on from you. But I keep thinking maybe one day you will come back. But then I remember that I meant nothing to you. And that losing me didn’t hurt you at all.