My One And OnlyI was a mere 12 and 13 years old. But the love I felt for him was stronger than I ever thought I was capable of at that time. We were best friends from day one. I was new to the school and we were paired up for a project on the first day. We instantly became best friends. I didn't like him at first, in fact when he liked me first I ignored it and refused to give in. Two months later I let my walls down. Literally in matter of 2 days, I was so head over heels I wasn't sure if I was ever going to get back up. But, at this point, he moved on and didn't like me but we were still best friends. My friends voted us most likely to get married. That's how close we were. I found out I was moving away in March of that year. We were both devastated. I started going to his lacrosse practices after school every day and all of the other guys including the coach teased us about being in love. I never actually denied it but he did. I told him the week before I left that I liked him, loved him even. He crushed me. He told me he loved me more than anything but I was like a sister. Yes he was like my brother but I loved him more than that. I was glad he still loved me but I wanted more. He got me through a lot including anorexia, moving, the first test I ever failed (which was HUGE for me, I never got below an A before). I never thought I would move one. I have now 2 years later almost 3 but he will always hold a special place in my heart. He was my first love and trust me it was love. We knew each other better than anyone else ever has. We still talk and it was never awkward after he said he didn't like me. Another reason I loved him.
Don't be afraid to love, I was and it is what I regret more than anything.