i met you in 7th grade. we were good friends, i guess you could say. you would support me at my basketball games. i would look over in the stands and see you cheering me on.
i guess our problem was that we fell in love too young. we started dating the summer going into freshman year. you came to my house everyday, nearly, and we would hang out on the trampoline, swim in the pool, or ride a boat (or kiddie pool used as a boat) down the river. everything we done together was so much fun.
you made me the happiest girl on earth. we spent most of our time laughing and cuddling. we would fall asleep outside on the trampoline most nights, just watching the stars. i felt the happiest in your arms. you never failed to make me feel happy, or beautiful. with you, i always had a smile on my face.
before you, i thought i had an idea of what love was. i have never been so wrong in my life. in my head, love was someone who basically worshiped you. they done everything you asked and they never complained. but that isn't what love is.
love is 4 am phone calls when you're sad, or upset. love is when your significant other is your best friend, besides just your boy/girlfriend. love is him rubbing your belly when you get your period and buying you chocolate because he knows that without it, you'll probably be a wreck. love is being happy with each other regardless of weight and height. love is the small arguments you have. love is the big ones too. love is when you pull through everything and still love each other the same.
we ended up breaking up. not because we didn't love each other. love was the reason we broke up. i was moving about 300 miles away. we knew that we wouldn't be able to see each other much anymore. we would have no more late night cuddles on the trampoline. we wouldn't have anymore kisses under the stars, just like our first one. we couldn't cuddle and talk about everything and nothing at the same time.
we never told each other "goodbye". in fact, as i was getting into the car to leave, you pulled me into a hug and told me "i'll see you later,"
and i hope that one day, you will.
all of this happened my freshman year. i'm now a senior. there isn't a day that i wonder what you're doing. if you found another girl who loves you like i would. i wonder how you're doing. did your football team win last friday? would you still be my biggest fan watching my softball games (i quit basketball) from the stands if i were still around.
our love was short. but it was worth it. i will never regret any of the days spent with you. they were the best of my life.
