It just hurts so much, you know? To see him every day, and to know, we used to be friends. And not just normal friends, best friends. Yeah, it was hard for some people to believe a boy and a girl could be just friends, but we were.

I told him everything, I trusted him completely. We used to spend hours just talking. He would even tell me all his girl problems, and I would tell him my boy problems. We besically told each other all our problems. And you know what was special? We actually listened to each other. Like, really listen.

It was perfect, the perfect set-up. Until it all fell apart. Now I’m just sitting here in history class, missing him, and wondering where things went wrong.