Breaking Boys 18

"There was the boy who was my stalker in the eighth grade, the kind who meant no harm, but was still a little overwhelming. He was the boy who wanted to be around me so bad that he would make up lies, call my house, get mad when I wanted to get off the phone. Back then he was the boy that was broken because of me, so he was the boy I distanced myself from, but found my way back to three maturing years later. He became the boy that I gave rides to, advice to, the boy who consoled me, who was my friend, even after we had gotten off to a rocky start. He was the boy who would forgive me over and over again, as friends do. He was the boy who wanted my heart all those years ago, but for the past eight years has graciously accepted my friendship instead."