I've Gotta Run.

Twelve

I invited everyone over to my house after school that day, I liked this other boy, but you were my “friend crush”. We were playing seven minutes in heaven, but with less minutes because we were too impatient. I had to go in there with you, we knew we had to kiss because there was a window through which they could see us. You told me we should just pretend to kiss so they wouldn’t bother us. We got closer, not too close, but then you pulled me closer and really kissed me. I kind of liked you, you kissed me, I pushed you back.

Thirteen

I had been liking you for a year now and you had just broken up with your taller, hotter, more matured girlfriend. You kept telling me I was just a girl, that I couldn’t even call myself a teenager yet. We would always tease each other and you kept coming closer to me and waiting to see my reaction to whatever you did. I isolated myself until you got a new girlfriend and started ignoring me.

You were in my English class and you were one or two years older than me, blue, dreamy eyes, kind of looked like Chris Martin from Coldplay. You kept telling me I was pretty, trying your best to get my attention, trying to talk to me. I really liked you, I ignored you and told you I wold never want anything to do with you.

We were in summer camp, you were a year older and really kind. We became friends because I was out of my room when you were going back to yours, you invited me to go to that mountain and I went. We started talking a lot but it was always you that would come up to me to talk about anything really or just stand there, silent, holding me as I didn’t even touch you back. You kissed my neck, you held my waist as we slow danced, you told me I was better than the others. You asked me to keep your trophy because you wanted me to remember you. On the last day, right after dinner, you covered my eyes and kissed me. I liked you, you kissed me, I pushed you away and refused to sit beside you on the way back.

Fourteen

I had liked you since we were in middle school and you were my best friend. You would stay with me no matter what and we were inseparable, people told me you liked me and I just kept saying what we have as friends is much more important than any romantic relationship in the world.

Sixteen

You were my friend’s best friend, you started talking to me because you two had a fight and you needed help, and a new friend. I liked you because your lips were really red and your hands were so pretty and you were so nice and charming. My best friend liked you because i said such good things about you that she fell in love too. You asked me out but I decided to make it not a date and call other friends too because I didn’t want to do that with her. In my birthday, I told her she should go for it and she kissed you. Last week you celebrated your first anniversary.

Seventeen

We tease each other all the time, you are the hottest guy I've ever met and my parents love you. Some of our friends have actually said that sometimes it looks like we secretly like each other. My friend kind of likes you a little bit, but you are a lot closer to me. You were mad when I said I liked your brother better and that you weren’t that hot because you’re a jerk. You care about me to the point that I make you cry without moving a finger, I try to convince you to be with her. I am in love with you.