I haven't really had any real experience with boys. In 4th grade there was this boy named Jacob Johnson who liked me. I said I liked him so I wouldn't hurt his feelings. After Christmas break, he went out with this girl named Nicole. And they got married and divorced in the same week.
In 6th grade this kid named Lorence was in love with me. He was okay, I didn't go out with him or anything. His friend Jason was gross though. In the beginning of 8th grade I was crazy about someone who didn't even know I existed.
I acted differently with Jerry. Nervous and heart pounding. I thought it was pure love. And I was so crazy. I finally thought I "got it right".
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Me and Alex never really slept over or anything. When the youth group raked the leaves in our yard, I was close to going to her house, but she had to go to some party. I always thought she was perfect. That same day we were getting band aids, I asked, "Do you get into fights with your parents?" And she answered, "Yea, I'm not perfect". Hm point blank right there, but I still thought...