It was 8th grade. We were at a school dance. You danced with me and we were good dance partners. Even the popular people thought so. We lasted 4 months. We kissed a few times. What I thought was love turned out to be lust. You were sweet, endearing and you were a nerd too. Pokemon and Back to the Future movies were our thing. You loved NASA science stuff. You didn't think I had a good sense of humor. On our dates you brought a wingman. You thought my religion was a fictional fantasy. You made me feel inferior to you. You personally insulted my cousin. Everyone knew it wasn't going to last. I broke up with you over a letter on Christmas Break. Freshman year of high school all we did was fight at the lunch table and at Writer's Club. Sophomore year of high school you went on a date with the Writer's Club president. Eventually you stopped going to Writer's Club. Junior year of high school year you told me in Home Education Class that I was the only girl that you ever loved and told me that you were gay. We became friends. Senior year of high school we graduated.