Unsent Messages

I always had options, I always had choices. I don't remember much of you, but I liked the way your eyes looked when the sun hit them directly. I liked the way you would talk to me, take a joke, joke back, and compliment me. I liked the way you would make me laugh and how we could kid around. I liked your skin tone and the way you knew my friends. I don't know if it was something I did, I don't know if I was just a part of this routine you had of talking to a girl for only a few days or weeks, I didn't know if you ever actually wanted me the way I wanted you, but you were the first person I imagined myself with. you were the first person I looked at and knew what I wanted in a relationship. although it hurt when you left, I knew that I was going to be alright. although I knew there was someone else that caught your attention, I always knew that you matched my level of goofiness, and now, I will always look for someone who will be able to fulfill that feeling that you let me feel of being myself. I was in eighth grade and had just turned 14. I was young and had a lot to learn, and honestly, I don't think that I could have learned any better. you taught me that there is good in people even if they're just not for you. you taught me you have to let someone go if they don't want to be there anymore, or if there is something they would rather have.