Crying Before I Ever Touched Him
I don't even remeber how this happened exactly. I was crying on his bed, over my ex, who I had cheated on with him. Maybe It wasn't ment to be, but I only felt like it was a mistake. I was only in 9th grade, while the boy who sat next to me was in 12th. I was crying because of how I acted, and I had felt I couldn't fix it, everything I had broken. At the time, he felt like the only person I could go to at all, and I was laying back staring at his ceiling, knowing, I shouldn't be there. I don't know what happened, but I let him take my virginity. The boy I had only known a few months, who was leaving for collage. What was I thinking? I never actually saw him after that, and I know, even though I don't like to think about it , that he, in the end, used me. I have never regretted something more than letting him. I just wish I had never met him.