Where to start?

Where to start?
The seventh grade, your quirky sence of style and your passion for life drew my to you.
Your smile, was so warm and inviting, I could almost feel myself melt into it when you smiled.
Your eyes, the blackest of black, showed your every emotion.
We were almost nothing alike, we didnt have the same friends, sence of style, or love for music.
But I was drawn to you.
Some might have called it a schoolgirls crush, others a joke..but there was feeling there, a feeling that I never felt before.
You told your friends that you liked me, and they turned their noses up at me, being in a different group was hard, but we wanted it so badly.
December 12th, the school dance, you made me the happiest girl ever, we were finally together.
You were my first kiss, you held a special place in my heart.
A month and a half had passed, we were arguing constantly, and I being the fool that I was, broke it off with you.
A short 2 weeks later, when I was thinking about apoliqizing, I got the call.
“Hes dead” She cried,
“found in his living room”
My world became blurry, my eyes opened up like floodgates.
My knees got weak, and I wept.
Saying goodbye to you was the hardest thing that I have ever done. Your face so pale and lifeless, your smile that once welcomed all, was now cold and lifeless. Your eyes, showed no emotion.
Two years later, I think of everyday, and I Still Miss You