Answer:
6th grade story from my life.
Explanation:
In 6th grade,I lived in Mansfield, Ohio. At school I met a girl named shyloh. We didn't talk a lot but talked to each other since she was the friend of one my other friend Quilana at the time. I thought she was the most beautiful thing i had ever seen on this earth and i became self conscious of myself around her. Me and my friend went to her house once and while Quilana was in the bathroom, I summed up the courage to tell Shyloh how i felt and she told me she felt the same way and kissed my cheek.
As we started talking more, i started to tell her "I love you". She would always say it back and i was always so happy and excited whenever i saw or thought of her. After a while, i started thinking about our relationship. I noticed that shyloh never told me she loved me. She would only ever say "I love you too. I brought it up to her and she said she was sorry. After that day it was almost like she didn't want to even be around me.
After school, we got on the bus and i sat next to her and asked her if she was okay and said yes. We sat in an awkward silence for a bit and I asked her "do you really love me?" She told me, "no i dont. i never did. I only wanted to be friends and when you told me how you felt i didnt want to risk losing you as someone that supports me." She eventually moved away to Indiana a few months after that and i never heard from her again.
I still like to pretend that she's here sometimes. It hurts to think about her sometimes but I hope she's doing good. If she does ever end up reading this then I MISS YOU.
