alex

about my first love

alex. one name said outloud, and i cry. alex was special. he meant so much more than just another guy. he wasn't my first kiss, but he was the first one that meant something. everyone tells me that i am to young to know what love is. but i found my love, cuz if it wasn't true love than i don't think i would have felt the way i did. my stomach fluttered whenever we talked...even just on the phone. we had a song that said the words that we couldn't say outloud. simple things made simple times way more meaningful than they needed to be. we have a joke avout how backwards i am. our first kiss was in a hallway. yes, it wasn't the most romantic place, but it meant more to me than antone would be able to comprehend. that night over text he said that no one knew how he felt aabout me, that he wanted to tell me something but was petrified of my reaction. i simply answered "i love you to." and from that moment on i meant it everytime i said it. april. april came and we parted ways. it was for the better though, we never saw eachother, never talked, and when we did we usually fought. but everytime i said i loved him i meant it 100%. everytime i talk to him now i still love him...but more like a best friend. january was an amazing month. february was full of love. march was full of pain and hurtful words. april was full of freedom and friendship. i wouldn't trade anything that i've gone through with him to anyone. one simple name uttered from a mouth and i cry, remebering the amazing times with alex

Author's Note

This is a short story that i had to write for my english class. its really personal and i don't expect any of you to be able to understand what i am talking about...but if you are we're on the same boat. don't be to harsh on your comments...please