Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Last year, when I was in sixth grade, I asked the "new kid" out. He was quite different. He had medium-ish long hair, and his face wasn't quite like "normal people's" face would look like. Anyways, he said yes, and we were "going out." It's not like we went out on any dates or kissed, hugged, or held hands, we just were one step up than being "just friends." The news of our "relationship" spread like wildfire, and almost every kid (including my friends) in the sixth grade asked me if I was going out with him. I told the truth for a couple of days, but then every laughed at me and said I was "retarded" and "weird."

I broke up with him even though I really liked him. I knew that he liked me to, and that he was heart-broken when I broke up with him. I didn't talk to him again because I was to worried about my reputation being even worse than it already was.

Just three days ago, I found out from a friend that his parents got divorced and that he was moving to a small town near Virginia.

I made a huge mistake.