There was this girl in seventh grade... Bear in mind, I'm speaking about the whole thing. It was the first day of seventh grade. She knew one of my friends already and quickly ran over to her. However, she took a quick glance over at me, I looked away. So lunch came, and I went to sit with my fellow guys. It wasn't until we got assigned seating that I talked to her. I don't usually talk with girls even if I'm literally sitting right next to one, but I decided to take a chance. I say hi, introduce myself, and ask her name. She tells me her name, and smiles at me. I blush. (I couldn't talk to girls at the time) The year goes on, and I talk to her about interests and stuff, turned out she was a bit of a gamer, a reader, and an artist (draws all day). A real cute one, though... So one day, the guys go up to me and ask: If there was one person in our class you could date, who would it be? I thought about it, and said the girl that I met. Apparently everyone else thought she was annoying, because she talked a lot. They laughed at me. I walked away, then it hit me. She was an exact copy of myself from my younger years. Always talking, drawing, and eager to share knowledge with anyone who would listen. Note: I'm the quiet kid now. It was then when I started to like her. Christmas time came around, and I usually give gifts to my best friends, but while wrapping gifts, I saw a book light lying around. Since the girl liked to read, even if it meant staying up at night, I decided to give that to her, because we were friends now. So the day before Christmas break, I went and gave it to her. She didn't think that much of it, But at the end of the day, she hugged me. Like trapped my arms hugged me. It was the first time I was hugged by a girl my age. I instantly turned red, and she did the same. We both bid farewell for vacation shortly after. Fast-Forward to May. Her birthday was coming up. I went to the mall, got her a Minecraft key chain (she likes that game) and gave it to her. Same reaction as Christmas time, except, she hugged me out of nowhere while I was talking with my friends. I was embarrassed, but I didn't care. The end of seventh grade came, and we said goodbye to each other, for the time being. We texted each other the entire summer, talking about how eighth grade would probably go, and then that year came, the year of our graduation. She said she was excited to graduate, and I said I was too. But in reality, I was not. Reason being, I probably wouldn't be able to see my class anymore, more importantly, her. September of eighth grade arrived, and I went to my group I formed with the girl and my friends. We were discussing high schools. She had to go talk to the teacher for a few minutes, and my friends switched to the topic about me confessing to her. I decided that December was the best time to tell her, as it was the first time she hugged me. Soon, I went and celebrated my birthday in November. She gives me a GameStop gift card. In repayment, I thought "Screw it. I'm confessing. Today." So I tell her, she blushes and runs away. I go home, happy. After Christmas, the entirety of my class was slowly starting to know about the "OTP" I was forming with the girl. Fortunately, I stopped being the laughingstock of the class into the "aww..." material. And she slowly starts to exhibit feelings for me.... May came. One month left. The girl got all the more excited about graduating. Me, on the other hand, I got just a bit sadder- I learned she was going to another high school. "Let's make the most of it, I guess." circled my mind for these couple of weeks. My sadness temporarily diminished however, for I found out that I was assigned to be her partner for the graduation dance, alongside my friend. (It was a two guys, one girl thing for the performance) He "tried" to get us to do something for the past few months, he saw the girl hug me after I gave her a gift this year (and said "aww" right after), and was aware of the situation. At the dance, he attempted to leave the two of us together, but she ran after him. (She was trying to get us to take a picture with her, because we were her dance partners) Unfortunately, all other attempts that night failed. The night of graduation came. This was it. I was never going to see her again. So I went, partied hard, danced the night away with her at my side. When the time finally came to say goodbye, I gave her one final, long hug, and whispered "I'll miss you." In her ear. Thankfully I wasn't the only one going home with tears in my eyes. Now back to present day. So yeah, I'm going to be a freshman in September, she is too, but at a different school. TL;DR: I met a girl in seventh grade, I still like her, she likes me back, we've graduated, and we're probably never going to see each other again. Oh, you were expecting a Fresh Prince of Bel Air ending? I think not. Edit- I've already graduated, so I revamped the story.