I suppose I’ve cried over boys before but always alone, by myself. I don’t like showing my emotions to others – it’s just not me. This one is different. The moment we started talking there was something there. The day he had a party round his. I’d never spoke to him but my friend wanted to go so I just tagged along, harmless really. Spoke a bit, ended up sitting holding hands, but then he had to go do something and ended up with the friend I had arrived with. This didn’t matter though I was taken, spoken for. Just need to get across the whole there was always something there thing. Then, a few weeks had gone by, he never really crossed my mind, but my relationship was getting tiresome, spark just wasn’t there anymore.