I’m In Love With The Boy
15, African American
But when I met him, he was something different. People were telling me, like, “Yeah, you should talk to him, he’s cute, da, da, da.”
And ever since then, I’ve been in love with the boy. But, like it was a month later, and he started talking to somebody else, like basically kind of cheated on me. And I told myself to forget him. He’s nothing. Cause he told me I was everything to him. And once you fall in love with somebody, everything they do affects you, like if they talk to somebody, you get jealous.
And so, when I found out he was talking to somebody else, I was just broken. Like I was depressed for a whole month when we broke up. I didn’t want to talk to anybody, see anybody, and wanted to just do nothing. I stayed in my room and hoped that he would talk to me. Like we would see each other in school and it hurt me ‘cause we would walk past each other like we were strangers to each other. We were strangers with memories.
I never had a first love but like I figured out he is my first love. I’m in love with the boy. Like in love. In love. And I would do anything in the world for him.
So when we got back talking, he said he missed me. I missed him, too. So, he asked me back out. And we went back out and we’ve been together ever since. Our anniversary is soon. That will be our seventh month. And hopefully, we’ll get married and have a family and a life together.