I am a young girl, with curly dark brown hair, long legs, a chest, and a tummy. I know that I'm nothing special, but I never used to mind that. I had friends that were all skinnier and prettier than me, but I met him before I met them. We were the terrible two, always causing trouble, always sneaking away from the other groups, always just goofing off and having fun. And somewhere along the way, I fell in love with him.

Most people think that there's a set age when you can fall in love, but that isn't true. You can fall in love anytime, anywhere, anyplace. So from then on, I tried to keep things normal, but I couldn't see that he knew I at least liked him. As we grew up, he would tell me who he liked, his problems, everything. And for awhile I thought that he love me too.

But then she came. She would start teasing me abut my weight, about my clothes, and everything in between. But, this time, he did nothing to stop it. He fell for her spell. And I hated it. I hated how she was prettier than me, I hated how she was skinnier than me, I hated how she was smarter than me, and I hated how she was so perfect. And I hated how he was on her side. He would start calling me names, fatso, idiot, unwanted, loner, emo girl, fatty, etc. But I couldn't hate him. I tried to, but I couldn't. So, I dealt with it. But then I found out she liked someone else. So I comforted him, and watched him fall in love over, and over, and over again. But not one time was it with me.

I know that I should be mad and envious, and I am, but all I want is for him to be happy, and I would do whatever it took to make him happy. Everyone told me to move on, to try and love someone else, but I've known him all of my life, and I've loved him for 8 years and counting, so it wouldn't matter how many times they tried to set me up with others, cause I was still ways away from recovery. In a way, I felt like his super hero. Always making him happy, saving him from the bad girls, but one difference was, I never got the guy.

Yes, I counted. The first time, he dumped me so he could be with his ex. The second time, he dumped me because he said he didn't deserve me.

The third, He went for his ex again. Most of the time, he didn't even have a reason for dumping me. But the most recent was on the 7th of July. Him and one of his friends (who was a girl) were video chatting. He texted me that night and said "I think I like her more than you." I cried. I ignored him for a while, because I felt like hating him was the right thing to do. But, not too long ago, he said he still loves me, even though he still liked the other girl more than me. I was sort of touched until me and one of my best friends started talking. 

Well, being the girl that I am, me and my friend started to gossip and such. She told me that the boy told her he had always liked her. When she told me, my heart felt like it was ripped out and put threw a shredder. He had liked 2 other people while he was dating me. I didn't think that was normal, even though he was my first boyfriend and I don't know how boys think. And yet, for some unknown, crazy, stupid reason, I still love him in a way. Even though he literally broke my heart countless times... </3 If only I knew how to get over him.

Time has healed our many wounds,

But has not erased the memory.

But we'll hold on, we'll stay together.

We will get through this, you and me.

Though we are young and still learning

About ourselves, our world today,

In my heart, I'll always love you,

And in my heart you'll always stay.

As days go by, as time progresses,

We will change, mature, and always grow.

But as we grow, as we reminisce,

There is one thing I will always know.

My love for you will never falter,

Never cease, for it's always true.

With love comes patience, but it's worth the wait,

To share my unending love with you

I've seen lovers going mad 

If I could catch a Rainbow