I never really liked Nathan; even now I don’t like him. I miss Tyler more and more each day…but he never seems to talk to me and I can’t see talking to him…

I guess you can say I’m going through depression. It’s not clinical, I’m just really sad a lot of the time. Like now, sitting in my room trying to act like kissing Nathan is enjoyable.

He pulled away (finally) and said, “What’s wrong with you? You thinking of Tyler again. Though it’s not like he can kiss any better than I can. I bet he always gave you quick little kisses, not long enjoyable ones like I do, right?”

I couldn’t disagree; Tyler did always give me quick kisses, but Nathan’s were the farthest from enjoyable.

He smiled a bit and said, “Ah, I get it, you think I’m not a good boy friend right? Well, to show how nice I am, I’ll pick you up form school tomorrow.”

I stared up at him. Nathan come to my school tomorrow?? That reminded me of another reason he wasn’t right for me, he was two years older and dropped out of high school.