He could be the one, or at least that's what I thought.

by Tara
(Texas)

The first time we met is a day I'll never forget. Well, I finally had new neighbors after like a year of having an empty house across the street. And they were very friendly, and we got along from point one. And then one weekend, they threw a party for a football game, and invited a lot of people over. That's the day we first met. He wasn't the cutest in the world, but he definitely caught my attention. I don't know whether it was his smile, or his eyes, but I was drawn to him immediately. We talked, and then we went out and played a little bit of basketball together. And he won the first time, then let me win every time after that(: [And well, I kinda had a boyfriend at the time, but I knew it was coming to an end, he had been acting strange lately.] Well after we played basketball, we went back inside and started talking again, and when he left, I gave him my cell phone number to text me because he asked for it. We didn't talk for a while, but every now and then, he would go over there again it was his aunt and uncle who lived there and we would talk. Well one night, he came over to my house and I had a friend over, and my brother had a friend over, and we all played video games, and he was majorly flirting with me. Then I texted him when he went back across the street, and he said he wanted me to come over and play the Wii with him. It was like 2 in the morning, so I snuck over there, but we never even went inside. We just layed in the yard and talked and looked at stars, it was so cute. I had no intentions of doing anything while I was over there. But then, we kissed. And let me tell you, it was amazing. I thought from that moment, we were finally together like I had been waiting for. That's all we did that night, kissed and talked. It was one of the best nights of my life. But then my mom called me and I had to go home haha. We still talked a lot after that, but it seemed like the longer we went without seeing each other, the less we talked. And at this point, I really liked him, but we weren't going out. The next time he went over there again, he acted like nothing ever happened, and it like basically tore me apart. So I ignored him after that. Then suddenly, my amazing neighbors had to move out. Which sucked because they were like the best ever, and became my best friends throughout time. So they ended up moving, but stayed in the same town, so I thought that would be the last time I ever saw him, and I decided I would finally move on. But I helped them move into their new house, and they didn't wanna stay at the new place the first night by themselves, so I stayed there, and he was there too. But I stayed in a room, and he stayed on the couch. We stayed up like all night sitting outside talking, but eventually we got tired and had to go to sleep. And this little asshole went in my room and took my blankets haha. So I had to go get them and then he followed me in the room, and we just layed down with each other on the air bed. And I tried so hard not to kiss him because I wanted to move on, but I'm a girl(: So we kissed, and one thing led to another, and it was dark and we were alone, and...yeaah, we did it. Which only made me like him even more. Then once again, the next day, he ignored me. So, I said eff this, and REALLY decided to move on. But then, on the fourth of July, I sent out a text message to everyone in my phone saying happy Fourth of July, and that included him. He texted me back and said he really needed to see me. So I told him I wanted to see him to, and he came over and picked me up at like 3 in the morning. We went to this old dirt road in the country and just parked the car and talked for a while. Then, we kissed again, and one thing led to another, and so on. Well yeah, we did it that night, again. Stupid me. But this time, he didn't completely ignore me. And he was super sweet. So I couldn't move on. I told my best friend about all of this, and she told me she thought I was seriously in love with him. And I started thinking about it, and I could see it too. I was in love with him. And I couldn't tell him, but he knew I liked him. So we texted a lot and called a few times. And one day when I was sick , he called me and talked to me until I fell asleep. It was super cute.(: And then when I got better, he wanted to hang out again. So stupid me, I snuck out and saw him. And I knew what was going to happen already, but I tried to put it off long enough to talk to him and find out what WE really were. So we talked for about 2 hours and I found out a lot more about him, and I thought wow, now we will definitely go out. Then I had to find out what I was to him. And I asked him if I was just another "booty call", and let me tell you, he got so mad when I said that. He like almost went home. And he couldn't believe that I assumed that, and that he liked me. So man, my heart was pounding, and I had the absolute biggest smile on my face. I knew it, I loved him. And we did it again. And when we were going home, he sang a song to me. I had never heard of it before, and I don't remember what it was, but it was cute. And then he stopped talking to me for about a week, and when he finally called me again, he told me it was because his phone was broken, and not to be mad at him. And he wanted to hang out with me again, but I had a friend spending the night with me. But turns out, he had a lot of friends with him, so we snuck out and had our own little party. He didn't even kiss me in front of his friends, once. So I didn't talk like all night. I was heart broken. Then when they were taking us back home, he told me to get in the truck with him, and made everyone else stay in the bed. And I was just so mad, and sad, I just wanted to cry. I didn't talk to him the whole way home, and when they dropped us off, I just walked away. But my friend was giving everyone else hugs, so I figured I would be nice and hug them too. And I skipped him, and walked off. He just stood there looking at me like I was crazy. I didn't even look back. I was proud of myself, I officially decided I was getting over him. Until he yelled my name. His super sweet voice calling after me while I just walked away. And I turned around and he was still standing there, and all his friends were ready to go, looking at him. I remember his exact words. "I'm not leaving until you turn your cute little butt around and come give me the best damn hug in the world." So, I did. I couldn't resist. And it was probably the best hug of my life. Then we left. And that was the last time I saw him. We talk every now and then, but nothing serious. And I still love him. I can't get over him. I just see us being together, and I want it to happen so bad. And I wanna tell him how I feel, but I can't. so I guess he'll never know. And I guess, we'll just be friends. As much as it hurts to know that's all we'll ever be, I know it's the truth.

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