Her name was Sammy. I first met her in highschool, sophomore year. The first thing I noticed was how beautiful she was, but my love for her started a few months later.
We never really talked that much, but every once in a while we could have a conversation. She always hung around her friends, so I needed their permission to talk to her.
She seemed interesting, she listened to Sleeping with Sirens and Escape the fate, and watched Adventure Time (my favorite show) and Regular Show.
She was also a soccer player, and I love soccer girls.
One day, she left and went to a different school. I was heartbroken. I asked her on Facebook if she was ever coming back, and she said yes. I waited 90 days for her.
Before she left though, she gave me a picture of herself which I put next to my computer. When my mom asked me about I told her it was a good friend.
Finally, school started again. I was excited when school started. I got to see all of my friends again, and I got to start a bunch of new classes.
I didn't even think about Sammy, until I saw her walking towards the bus. When I saw her I almost cried, I could finally see her.
The next day I saw her walking out of the cafeteria, so I ran to her and gave her a hug.
She smiled, "aw, did you miss me"? Her friends all thought it was cute that I had a crush on her, and she seemed ok with it too. As long as I didn't go too far, she was ok with it.
A few months later, I saw her in the school library. She was hanging out with some of her friends, and I thought it was a good opportunity to talk to her.
I made my way over to her and said hi. "oh, hi" she said and smiled. I hugged her. "I love you" I said. It just slipped out of my mouth, but instantly she stopped smiling.
"oh" she said and turned around. She suddenly seemed a lot colder than usual. She didn't respond to anything i was saying, and i soon gave up.
I had gone too far this time, and couldn't take it back. She just wanted to be friends, and I kept pushing her, trying to get her to like me. Now I had lost one of the best friends I had.
I was shaking as I stood outside of history class, and I cried on the bus ride home. A week later, Sammy left school again. I lay my head down in class and pretended to be asleep.
When I got home, I threw the picture away.