“YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT ME!” He then stopped dead in his tracks. The ground near his presence was covered in water from the rain. The whole area smelled like slightly damp, peaceful happiness. But happiness was nowhere to be found. Heartache started to spread like a wild fire through my body. I wanted to fall to my knees and scream “I need you.” but I didn’t. The tall chocolate haired boy turned to face me. His green eyes once filled with curiosity and joy, were now filled with pain and sadness. “What did you just say.” He choked out through tears that started to run past his freckles that were neatly placed under his eyes and over his nose. The boy that was always laughing, was now broken... I broke him. “I never cared? Who was there for to pick you up at 2:30 in the morning, when your boyfriend ditched you at a party. Who was there to help you study to pass your permit test? Who was there to comfort you when you found out your boyfriend was cheating?” He then stopped and more tears started to submerge his freckles. “I was always there for you. I always dropped what I was doing for you. And you never once said thank you.” A huge lump found itself a small place inside my throat. I never did say thank you to him, I never once acknowledged him. I always ignored him during school. I would pass him in the hallways and never say hi, or pretended I didn’t know him. It was me wanting to be cool and all stuck up. The people I called ‘friends’ were all fake. They never cared about me once. They all made fun of him because he didn't go out and party, he stayed home and studied. He alway sat in front and payed attention to lessons and always had the highest grade in the class. He was my best friend, my best friend who I shut out to be ‘normal’. The one person that always cared about me. I looked down at my drenched converses, tears started to to appear. I looked up at him, not being able to say a word. I didn’t know what to say to him. “I love you.” He said in a quiet voice. I just stared at him. “ I’ve been your best friend since the 6th grade. I loved you then, and I love you now. I’ve always loved you. And I know you’ll never love me, but knowing that I can be there for you gives me joy, just being in your life makes me happy. You’ve made the happiest boy ever. I know you ignore me, you did it to be ‘normal’ and I don’t blame you. But I can’t stand around and wait anymore, I always dream of you talking to me, but when you do. You tear me down and make me feel horrible. I can’t do this anymore. I love you, and I always will but I have to stop taking this abuse.” He then wrapped his long arms around me and gave me a tight hug. I started to break down in his chest. Once I started to break down, he kissed my forehead and released. He then turned and started walking away, not looking back once. I felt my chest burn as if satan himself was ripping my heart out with his bare hands. I regret not saying anything to him. I turned the other direction and started to walk down the muddy path back to my humble home.