• The day I really saw you in front of me in homeroom during 6th grade was the day I got over Jordan. The day I came back from the clutches of death. That was really my first day of middle school. It might have been the best day. When I noticed him he noticed me our relationship grew and flourished we became friends good friends. As I got to know him I fell deeply for him I couldn’t look at him with out smiling. Yet as far as I knew I was only a friend that was a girl.
    When the winter holidays came it was weeks after our friends ship months after I fell for him I thought of him but not every second or even every hour. The day back from the winter holidays was a day my heart once again got shatter and I slipped farther into the darkness. he had a girl under his arm, around his neck and in his mouth. I knew he wasn’t mine but it still hurt. After I saw that I felt like staying away from him for a while and he was fine with that.
    A year later he came crawling back to me saying that she broke his heart. I wish, I wish I was strong enough to saw no. I wish I knew much hurt he would bring to me. The year he went out with her I didn’t move on I didn’t obsess over him I never did but I didn’t stop loveing him. How much i liked him never faltered. When I saw him come up to me with his big brown eyes I didn’t walk away I just hugged him like I actually believed that every thing was going to work out but oh how wrong I was.
    As the weeks went by we re-formed our friendship after just a month I fell farther for him. When he asked me out I could have cried. It started out great we acted like we always did only sometimes we would hug or compliment each other so life was good. A week or two later every thing tuned bad we drifted more and more apart we didn’t speak and didn’t hug. one day I saw him with her the one that apparently broke his heart. They were laughing and talking like he was single. I then knew why he wasn’t acting like himself he was cheating. He broke it of a day later because he saw me watching them. I was at the stake park the next day and he was riding on the half pike. All of a sudden I heard a loud thunk followed by a crack, blood was pooling all around him. A scream then ten people talking to 911 a roar of sirens in my ear I ran out to him in the pool of blood and held him. He looked into my eyes and said you know what Lillian I’ve been the worst person ever, you know you deserve better but I love you, I love you Lillian. I was all choked up with tears and could barley whisper back I love you too, please don’t die but all he heard was what he wanted to hear, I love you from me and then he could lay to rest. when the ambulance finally got there he was gone and I was covered in blood and tears.
    That night I ran to a grove of trees it was freezing but I didn’t care. that night the moon hanged high above the lake but low beneath the trees. The chill of the night tints my breath with every breath I take. i shiver wrapping my arms around myself to feel the goose bumps rise.. A hint of a breeze wraps itself around me like a chilly coat. I sigh and the mist that comes from my breath makes a picture. the haze turns to a male and female ghost. They grab hands and start to spin. When they finally leave a great depression washes over me. The figurines were he and I. we were dancing together in the moonlight but now he’s gone. All that’s left of me is the hallow shell of what I used to be. I know that he woulden’t want this. I get up from my seat in the grass and take off my shoes I fight the urge to but them back one for the grass is damp and cold. I start to spin imaging me with him. When I open my eyes a misty figure of him is by the tree I realize that it is the ghost of him. I start to cry he comes over quickly and wraps his arms around me. When he wipes the tears from my eyes he kisses me and says goodbye. I wish he didn’t have to go but I have to move on I will be with him aging one day but right now I will chariest the memories of him and wait.