Those deep eyes, eyes that couldn't even be imagined existing, eyes that didn't seem like something from this planet or world. So beautiful, like her long silky-smooth jet-black hair. She was like a princess out of a fairytale, so royal and charming. A life with her was already a blessing, yet a curse that I could never be in her life as nothing more than a friend. Or so that's what I believed in 8th grade until high school.
In 8th grade, I thought she was someone so admirable and out of my league that there was no way I could be something like her. If you saw the way she walked, the way she talked, anything she did felt perfect, something I could not compare to being. But that was ok with me even if I could admire her only from afar. I guess when they say love hurts it's true… but it's alright this is more than enough for me as long as I could support her even if it caused me pain. I wanted her to be happy, after all she was my first love, and was the one to show me the magic and despair of falling in love. Well, that was what I wanted. But it all changed after the day I ruined it.