This is a post from my journal that I kept online.
This explains the day I fell in love with the boy who has my heart.
We’re no longer together and it’s a complicated story but I am still very much in love with him and probably always will be.
I miss him more than I’ve ever missed anyone.
APRIL 21, 2010
We laid in my bed for almost 2 hours. Wasting time, some would call it. I call it being in heaven. It started out each of us facing the opposite of one another, you facing the ceiling, me facing the bedspread. And somehow that got us all tangled into one another, holding your hand and listening to you tell me stories of elementary school and middle school, who our favorite teachers were and which we’d rather forget. And all seemed so perfect. And I knew then and there that I loved you. That I really loved you. You are my other half and I know it. It’s so crazy to think about - we grew up together. Since 6th grade you’ve always been the boy who I thought was too crazy, who loved to drum and who always had a warm hug for me. Until a few months ago. Until now. Now you’re those things plus more than that. You’re my support, you’re my refuge, you’re my strength when I’m down, you’re my comedian, you’re my comfort, you’re my way out.
You’re mine.