I swear to god...if he wears his banana shirt...I’ll breakdown. I'm reading a sequel to my favorite book, except this one, is even better. I just can't put it down. The only thing is, it's the saddest thing in the world, to others it might not be, but to me, I can barely read it without crying. In SSR today I got carried away in the book...and as soon as I knew it I could feel the tears starting to come. It was hard to keep them down. But just looking away and taking a breathe helps me regain my composure...but it's just something about the book...something about what's going on with this one girl and this one boy just reminds me of this one night... Lying there letting the hot evening summer air fill the room, to me, was solitary bliss. I look down and see long arms wrapped around me as if they would never let me go. I look up and see 'him'. Whispers of a conversation on our relationship filled my ears, and went out mouth. I sit up and say, "I just think I like you too much.", with a pitiful sounding voice. "I know, you've become too attached." These words kept playing in my head over and over again. I rolled my lips together to keep the tears from forming. With all these emotions running haywire I felt lost in a maze. One which I couldn't fight my way out of. I lean my head on his shoulder, which was covered with a striped polo shirt. He wipes the tears off my cheeks, removes the hair from my face, and chills run up and down my spine. Whenever he touched me this would happen, he had a way of doing that. This is when i knew, that I fell for him. But before I could even think about all these emotions... "I need my space." I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. It seemed like yesterday different words were coming out of his mouth, "I don’t know what I would do without you.” But these words, this forgein tongue he was speaking, I had never heard before. I look at the clock, it's 11:30. Time to go home. I get up, put on my shoes, and grab my bag. His almonde-shaped eyes watching my every move. He gets up, grabs his keys and puts on his shoes. We walk out the door, me leading the way, and get into his car. He starts driving and keeps looking at me. I look out the window, remembering all the nights on Foothill spent in his car. Even the very first awkward, yet simple night of our very first date. All I could do was look out the window, watching the city lights dancing throughout Ventura. "What, you can't even look at me now?" I look at him and don't say a word. "Ugh." He speeds up. Here comes his angry road rage. It happends when he gets mad. Soon enough we arrive at my house, I look at him with a sad look in my eyes, he does the same. "Bye", i say. And close the door. He zooms off. There I am standing alone at my front porch. Alone. I had never felt so alone in my life. Little did I know, things would never be the same. These memories I have keep playing over and over in my head. The just won't go away. They were once vivd, I could remember them like they were just yesterday. But now, they are like I just put on glasses that were too strong for my eyes. Blurry, but I can still see them. I know he's gonna be happy with Alyssa, even though I don't really know what's going on with them, shes an awesome girl. But just seeing him look at her, just like he did to me, isn't the best thing in the world. I was too short for him anyway.