Love... to be continued

Love. Ah, the tender topic that created 75% of the teen movies out in our current world. All of them have the same plot, except for yours. Tell me your story.

Have you ever been in love? Well, I have.

His name will be protected unless he sees this, highly unlikely chance but it may be possible. So, for this story, let's just call him, I don't know, A.

A and I were in the same band class in sixth grade. We both played the clarinet, but I never liked him that much. No, no. I had a thing for his friend. At the moment, his friend looked like a gift from God. No, actually he looked like a God. For those devout believers in God, please don't sue me. If you saw him, you would understand.

Anyways, this boy had a crush on me, too. Not, A, but his friend. It was either that, or he was the world's best player. But, he would stare at me at lunch, and I would try to laugh in my most attractive way to my friends. My friends thought I was psychotic because we were talking about something so serious, and then I suddenly burst out laughing. But, he would do that a lot. Almost every damn lunch. Even on the last day of school, he was staring at me during the middle school ice cream social. I wasn't allowed to date, but I loved every minute of this... whatever this was.

Then, in seventh grade he left for Colorado. It took me a solid year to get over him, but not as long as A.

Then, enters A. A was in my gym class, history class, and resource class in seventh grade. I'm not gonna lie, I always thought he was very aesthetically-pleasing.  But, I was always reserved in seventh grade, so I'd never admit it. But, nothing was ever really there.

I realized that something about the two of us was special in the weirdest way, though. It was 4th block, and his science class was right next to my Spanish class. He was an athlete, so every time he would leave his class, he would run like it was the goddamn Olympics. Well, he left his class, and as he was running - I kid you not- we both look at each other, and it's like the whole world slowed down. It's like those teen love stories when the camera slows down and focus on the two characters, as they so dramatically look into each other's eyes. That's what it was like, but there were no cameras, no crew; it was just the two of us.

It was crazy. I never saw anything like it before. I was shocked for a few seconds, and I just thought that this was something else. I don't know if he realized what that was, but I sure did.

That was pretty much it for that year. But, I could still tell that he liked me.

Then, came eighth grade. A was in my civics, resource, and gym class. Again. We talked more, and he was cool. I liked him at the time, and I knew that he liked me. It was so obvious. He stole stuff from me, and it took a lot to get it back. I'm not gonna lie, it got annoying. But, he did that every time. We had a lot of moments like that. I loved him. Not in the creepy way. But, I had feelings for him. At the end of the year, I found out that he was leaving to live in New York. After that, I kind of felt weird. It was like God had done this to me so many times, by sending away the boys that I liked.

But, it was fine. I accepted it, and I thought it was going to be okay. I moved on from his friend, and I could definitely do it again. Well, it didn't exactly go on like that. He was on my mind every day during the summer, and it stayed that way for a long time. I did like people in between, but I knew that nothing would ever compare to what it was like with A.

So, I was on the verge of those feelings, and I requested to follow him on Instagram. I realize that that could have gone wrong, but I did it anyway. I needed to see how he was doing.

It took him a few weeks to accept my follow request, and I know that that wasn't because he was slow. He was wondering if he should have accepted my follow request or not. Well, he did in the end. I scrolled on his Instagram to look for pictures, which is the last thing that the experts say to do when getting over someone. But, I obviously didn't give a damn, and I went for it. I moved from the bottom to top, and it was nice to see how he used to look and stuff. Then, I scrolled up to the most recent picture. And, I saw a girl. Well, I looked, and I thought, hey, maybe it's his sister. Nope, she wasn't his sister. She was his girlfriend. The caption read "I like her more than I like running". I actually don't know, but it had to do something with her and track. I stepped back, took a breath, and realized that he had moved on. So, i thought, "quick, unfollow him. get over him." But, I couldn't. I really couldn't. I loved him, and I couldn't let him go. I checked that page pretty frequently.

Until one day, I saw that he took the picture of him and his girlfriend down. What? Did they break up? Oh, god, now I know why the experts say to not do this. I should've listened to them. But, did he take down the picture because of me. Why? All of these questions came up, but deep down the possibility of the reason that that picture was put down because of me made me a little happy that he could still think about me. I finally realized that this was crazy, and I realized that I was ready to let go. I was ready to let him go. I had finally gotten over him. It took me a full two years. It was hard. I pressed that unfollow button, and I felt no regret. But, I felt peace.

If, A, you read this story, and realize that this was you, then just know that this was true. I hope I didn't freak you out, but this is what I felt.

What is your story? Write it down, let it out, defy the rules, and let it go.