Ashtin Wooden
Ms. Humphrey
English 151
26 February 2015
BlueEyed Boy
The first boy who ever loved me was a chubby little boy with gorgeous blue eyes and dark brown hair
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The sad part of our story is that I did not love him back, at least not at the time
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There's no specific reason as to why. It is just that I was a funny little fourth grader who still had higher expectations for the men in my lifeand I also thought I was a princess
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Throughout our relationship this boy made me understand that not everything and everyone in life is perfect, and if you act like it is, you will never be happy . Fortunately, I now realize the importance of personality instead of looks, which, many people may admit, are more important to them than a person’s personality.
He fell in love with me when he was nine and I was eight years old
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Although he had gorgeous eyes, he was not particularly stunning or charming, just very sweet and kind . He was the type of boy you would often see in movies having their cheeks pinched by a grandma or aunt
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His name was Isaac, and he was hopelessly devoted to me
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Since our families were friends, we saw each other often outside of school
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On weekends our families would typically do things together such as roller skating, bowling, gokarting, and having bonfires
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I enjoyed gokarting because I always won
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He would
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annoy me with his charming sayings and handholding, which I pointedly refused to do on numerous occasions
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In school we sat together in class and were always partners for activities
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As young kids often did, we talked about our dreams of the future
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I can remember being in every one of his possible future lives, yet he was in none of mine
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I am not sure how, but he always found ways to make me smile, even when I thought it was impossible
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Once, I had to put my dog down because she had really bad seizures, and I thought that I would never smile again because she was very important to me
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Isaac made me smile the minute he saw me
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I can remember going to school and he had made a "sorry for your loss" card for my entire class to sign
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He also drew me a picture of her and said it was a gift so I would, "always remember what she looked like." On many occasions he would confess that he liked me and he wanted more than a friendship, but I was eight and like I said, I was waiting for my prince
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He would often give me cards and drawings that he had made and thought I would enjoy
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Cards that would say corny things like “You’re the only one for me” and “You have my heart” with a drawing of us inside a heart
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I always just pushed them aside and ignored them because they didn’t really mean anything to me at the time
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I think I really got the hint on the day he had written a love letter for me. In this letter he included a poem
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From what I remember, the poem went a like this:
You are the sun,
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I am the moon
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We are opposite,
Yet the same
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You are perfect for me,
And I for you
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You are perfection in my life,
And I love you
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I laughed after I read it, thinking it had to be a joke because of all the cards and letters he had given me, this was by far the most melodramatic
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I then asked him if he was serious and he said, "Yes"
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Again, I laughed
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I walked away from him after that, thinking that he was the most annoying, weirdest kid I had ever met
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While walking out of the classroom, I threw the letter in the trashcan next to the teacher’s desk, not wanting to ever read another letter of his again
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When I turned around he was picking the letter up out of the trash. I could see the hurt in his eyes, but I did not turn back and apologize . At that moment I can remember that all I saw was a pathetic and chubby little boy who did not deserve my love
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After this encounter I avoided Isaac as much as possible
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