I was just standing near the school’s JoJo tanks waiting for my friends to arrive. Just at that moment I was yawning into my books in my hand then someone taped my shoulder.

I looked up at the stranger who was standing above me, I was sitting. “

Are you okay?” he asked me.

My mouth opened but nothing came out so I just nodded. My eyes looking in his.

He was caring for checking on me, I thought. He nodded and walked away. I didn’t even notice I held my breath, my heart was beating rapidly. Who is he? He was of course in the same grade as me. He was athletic and tall. His eyes shined and his smile was gorgeous. His hair was curly.

That’s what I called him. Curly head. Cause I didn’t know his name. He was on the soccer team. But he had a girlfriend. She was beautiful, cute and so perfect. And me, I could never compete with her.

He always smiled my way, did he know? How I felt? He should have.

But he didn’t. I was in love. I couldn’t stop thinking, wishing and dreaming about him. But he didn’t feel the same. He ignored me once I told him. He didn’t know how afraid I was he would rejected me.

How much courage I put into talking to him. I was in love but I wasn’t loved. I was hurt, sad, angry. And of course he didn’t care.

I once loved a boy who didn’t love me.