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I only made a Tumblr to write about you, nobody I know will ever see this including you. And even if they do they won’t know it’s me. We met when I was in 8th grade and you were in 7th, you were new and you were on the same bus as me but I never gave you any real attention. When I was in 9th grade and you were in 8th is when we first became friends. I remember it like it was yesterday, it was May and I wanted to cut school and as I was searching for somebody to cut with I saw you, we weren’t really friends but I asked you if you wanted to cut with me anyway and you said yes. That day was amazing, we just went to Manhattan and hung out everywhere, we went to Central Park, we went to Barnes and Noble, we just hung out. It may sound boring to most people but it was amazing for me. We started talking a lot after that, by the end of summer we were best friends and I had the hugest crush on you but I had no idea how you felt about me so I never said anything, this turned out to be the worst mistake of my life. i talked to you every day and every night about every thing and nothing, I listened to  every word about things that I didn’t care one bit about and I loved it. I tried to get over you by trying to like any new girl I talked to or have sex with other women but it never worked, you were the only one I wanted. Then you started talking to another guy, I convinced myself I didn’t care and started talking to other girls. Then when you made it official with the other guy it crushed me, I had no idea what to do so I tried once again to get over you. I started talking to this other girl and I really started liking her but then you told me that you once had feeling for me….. From the end of the summer to winter on and off. I felt like an idiot because I should have told you, you asked me on separate occasions if I did and each time I said no, now I know I should have said yes. I keep on trying to convince myself that I’m over you but my feelings always come back. I guess I’ll just have to convince myself I’m over you when I know that I’m not.