This is the story of the right person at the wrong time. (VERY LONG)
We met in 8th grade, one day one of our mutual friends offered to walk her home and I happened to walk the same way so I tagged along. When we got to her house my friend asked for her phone number and I don't exactly remember how, but somehow, I was the one that ended up with her phone number. I texted her that same night and shortly after that we started dating. This was in 8th grade so our relationship didn't go past me walking her home and kissing her at her front door. Like any other middle school romance, it ended within weeks. We didn’t talk the rest of 8th grade, she dated some other guy for a little bit and I had a new girlfriend also.
When 9th grade came around we went to the same high school and still had a lot of the same friends, but I still had a girlfriend so I didn’t reach out at first. When I became single I instantly messaged her and we began to catch up, it was like 8th grade all over again. We were hanging out every day after school, texting every day, sending each other good night messages. All those little corny things you do with your first love. One day she was home sick so I skipped school and walked to her house to take care of her. Even though, she was sick we spent the whole day in her bed kissing and laughing. I asked her to be my girlfriend that day and she said yes. I didn’t even care about how mad my mom was going to be when she got the schools phone call because I had my girl back. We stayed together all the way up till the middle of 11th grade. We spent 9th,10th and most of 11th grade madly in love, but I was also a teenage boy so I did plenty of stupid shit and hurt her plenty of times. Whether it was me flirting with another girl or actually cheating, she always forgave me. Regardless of all the stupid things I did she still loved and remained faithful, we only broke up because I said we needed space from each other when really, I just wanted to talk to other girls it’s fucked up to admit it, but that was the truth. The break up was tough on her and she got mixed up with the wrong people and started going out every weekend, drinking and doing drugs. I saw the signs and instead of trying to help her, I was selfish and only cared about myself. Her mom ended up sending her out of the state because she was causing so much trouble. When I got word that she left the state, I reached out to her and we began to catch up. From there we began sort of a long-distance thing that didn’t last very long because of the distance, but we still kept in touch as friends that would occasionally talk about fucking each other’s brains out when we saw each other lol. Anyways we’re both graduated and in college now, she came into town two years ago and we spent a night together. When it came time for her to go, I broke down and just told her how sorry I was and how badly I wished we could have met when I was older and not a 15-year-old idiot. We talked for a little bit more after that night, but of course the distance drifted us apart again. It’s been two years since that night and we still catch up every few months and we have each other’s Instagrams along with phone numbers, but I’m still madly in love with her to the point that I can’t bring myself to date another girl. Sure, I talk to girls and I might have the occasional Tindr hook up, but I can’t go into anything serious because of her. I think about her every day and now that I’ve grown up I just wish I could show her the person I have become. I’m sure she can tell I still have feelings and whenever we talk I can feel that she still feels for me too, I just wish I knew for sure.