I have a confession to make: I love him. Yes it’s true. There’s no use denying it any more. From the day we met, I felt that feeling that I would never feel again. I never knew what it was until now, true love. Four years have gone by, three years of it, I thought the reason I never had a boy friend, was because I was ugly. But no, it was him.
Almost one whole year ago, I saw him. His new hair cut was cute, and the fact that he wasn’t wearing anything with holes in it, made him seem different. The way he was with the kids. I had a gleam in my eye, as he wrestled me to the grass. We were having a “tickle war”. As he sat over me, his face no more than two inches above mine, he asked “Are we flirting?” I shook my head. “No, were just playing,” he said.
That night after he left, I said wasn’t hungry, and put my chili dog((my favorite)) in the fridge. “She’s love stricken, she won’t eat until she sees him again”, my uncle said.
To all of the boys I’ve teased in the last couple months, it’s time for me to say, I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you, but I’m in love.
Yurdarkreverie Community Member 
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