My first crush developed when I was ten. There was this cute, freckle faced boy in my neighborhood. I used to ride bikes with him a lot, he was a friend of my brothersā. After Grant and Xavier had left for Hogwarts I didnāt have a lot of friends, and he took me under his wing. I literally followed him everywhere, much like I had my brothers.
After my brothers had gotten their letters I knew in my heart I was definitely going to get one, there was no doubt in my mind. So, I really didnāt bother making other friends, so for two years, this boy was my best friend, my only friend. We spent every waking moment together until I got my letter, we knew each other like the back of our hands, which sounds lame, but it wasĀ true.
When I left for Hogwarts I cried, I never thought I would cry because Hogwarts was my dream, it still is. I didnāt want to leave my parents, I didnāt want to leave him. We sent each other letters monthly, once it was summer we fell back into our routine, but this time adding in Emma. The summer after my first year was the last time we considered ourselves best friends, we had grew apart in that way.
Years passed of us only speaking in passing on school holidays, he stopped hanging around with my brothers, and I spent all my time with Emma marathoning all the shows we missed during the school year. Even though, we never talked, my heart would still skip a beat when our eyes met. Over the years he had managed to get cuter, dropping the baby fat. He was one of the most handsome guys Iāve ever seen.
Last summer we bumped into each other a lot more often, come to think of it, it was probably on purpose. He asked me on a date, it was kind of lame, movies, dinner, etc. He managed to completely charm me, I was so smitten with him. He would bring me flowers and candy, always telling me how he loved me. We were so good together, we were such a good couple.
During the middle of August, he left. One day he was there, we had went on a date, the next he was gone. No goodbye, no explanation, I had no clue what had happened. I went on about my life, I went to school, my second week back my parents owled me saying that he had went to Paris with his girlfriend. Turns out, he was cheating on her with me while she studied abroad. I kind of think itās funny, I thought stuff like that only happened in movies or books, but turns out it happens in real life too. My first crush was a complete trainwreck, but whose isnāt?
