It's eighth grade.
Our last year here at the middle school.
Everyone's dating these days.
People doing drugs.
Into alcohol.
Anything to get into trouble.

I like this boy.
He's in my classes.
I wonder if he likes me too.
I'll get his number.
Friday's the dance.
Maybe he'll go.

We've been talking.
Flirting too!
Yey!
He likes me!
It's Friday now.
The dance is here.

Oh yes!
I see.
He's moving in my direction.
He asked me out.
Oh boy!
My heart has jumped out of me.

Week passes.
He says he loves me.
Do I say it back?
Sure I can.
Everyone does.
Who cares what it means.

Days pass.
Then weeks.
Then months.
Everything's perfect.
Everything's great.
Oh no!

We had a fight.
I cry.
Who cares?
We're back together.
As quick as it had started.
Summer passes.

Everything's perfect.
Everything's great.
We're happy.
We'll be forever.
I love him.
He loves me.

High school's here.
Uh oh!
Another fight.
It's not so bad.
It's all okay.
I love him remember.

There's another boy.
A week passes.
Another fight.
This one's worse.
More extreme each time.
I say it's over.

It's just too much.
It's only high school.
How do you know.
We promised forever.
Did i know what forever really was?
I'm not certain.

I need time.
I need space.
It's just too much.
A day passes.
I'm happy.
I'm sad.

Next day I'm crying.
Nine months down the drain.
Changing my life forever.
I decide to be happy.
It can't be that hard.
I am strong.

Maybe we will get back together again.
Everything works out in the end.
Maybe next time I'll think.
Maybe I'll know what love means to me.
Does anyone know.
Can anyone really tell me?