There was this guy in highschool. His name was Joe. He was average height light-skinned gorgeousness .We met sophomore and got super close out of nowhere. I remember the day he put me in his like top 5 of myspace friends after like a week
He would always like play fight with and rub my ears out of nowhere and just randomly stare at me with his puppy dog eyes . And I would be like "wtf are you looking at?" and he would be like "you sexy" and I would always blush and he would laugh . People used to get jealous of us too. I remember walking by his class just because I know he would ask to use to bathroom just to come out and talk to me. We used to chat on facebook like all the time also. I remember when I was really sad once I messaged him at like 4am
and he answered me right back. We had a convo about our friends and **** and I told him like "I hope nothing will ever come like ... between like our friendship" and he was like "I'll always be there for you"
It felt like a fairy tale. He would always share things with me that he never shared with anyone. Like his group of friends are super "hood" or whatever and he had that side to him but when he was around me he always felt comfortable enough to be himself. In bio whenever we had a free day he would always grab a chair and sit next to me , he would put his glasses on and read like Malcolm X. People would ask "why did you move to just read a book" and he would point at me and say "because I wanted to be next to him". It was perfect . Unfortunately he dropped out of high-school the following year because his dad passed away and he needed to get a full-time job to help pay the bills at his home. We saw each other less and things changed. I got more involved with my music and he got addicted to drugs. I see him like maybe once a year now and his life is just ruined. I cry thinking about it. He asks me even to this day when we rarely see each other "How are you? Is everything ok?" and every time I say yes even though I'm not but I know he has own **** to worry about. I wonder if he still thinks about me. We used to be so close.