Before it all went wrong (part 2)

Fast fowarding now to a year on. Year 11. Prom night.

That’s where I met him, it was the after party and he was a friend of a friend. It’s amazing how comfortable I felt with him.  No nerves. No nothing. He was my first kiss. I never told him that. I didn’t want to sound like a loser. We spent as much time as we could together. The thing is when we wasn’t together I was paranoid.  He was a popular guy , I wasn’t a popular girl. I always had this feeling that I wasn’t good enough , that he was going to cheat or find someone better. I was so paranoid.

I dumped him. I’m not sure why. I didn’t trust him,  or maybe I just didn’t want it anymore. I got bored and fed up. He was a sweet guy, but we were young. I guess the feelings just wasn’t there.