I met him while I was in the 7th grade at the time we had Typing and Health class together. I automatically thought he was cute and I developed a crush. I would flirt with him and being as shy as he was, reluctant to reciprocate or so I thought, he probably was scared shitless and had no interest. One day in Health I wrote him a note asking him questions like "what is your favorite band?" and "when is your birthday?", a tactic I have used to this day. He wrote back and we began to be friends. I would go to his locker and we would talk between classes and one day I was saddened when he informed me he had a girlfriend, that so happened to be the day I was going to tell him how I felt. I was happy for him but sad for myself. The romance with this girl only lasted nine months in which they literally did nothing but talk. Something he and I both find amusing, you will understand why later on.

Over the summer we began being really good friends and I loved talking to him. I would call him about once a week, okay that is a lie. I called him everyday but we only talked like once every two weeks or so. I fell in love with his voice, his laugh, and his company.

By 8th grade my feelings where very strong but nowhere near "love". In January I finally decided to tell him it might have been in a note, over the phone, or in person, I really can't remember. He said that he felt the same, I was thrilled. We hugged and then as we pulled apart I kissed him, and he kissed me. There really was no special feeling there no "spark" but it was fun! All was fun until we where caught by the Art Teacher and taken to the principles office where we were assigned after school detention. I think that was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life up to that point. Our little romance didn't last more then two days before we realized we where better off as friends. He got farther with me in two seconds then he did with the last girl he went out with for nine months.

Somewhere during 9th grade I had fallen in love with him. I loved everything about him his laugh, his voice, his expressions, his open-mindedness, I could go on and on. One thing that was a big deal was that for the first time I really felt like I could be myself fully without being judged, he gave me the confidence to always be myself. I can't explain in words what I feel for him. When I told him all this he told me that he wanted to just be friends, and I respected that. I still love him as much as I did a year or so ago but I want more then anything for him to be happy, even if that isn't with me. He is my best friend.