There was always something I liked about you. You were different. Maybe it was because you weren’t like me. Or you were the person I wanted to be. You were loud, funny, rebellious. I was just the kid in the corner, the one with the paper and pen. No one ever notices the poets. They aren’t to bother with. Everyone left me as I was, expect my good friends. I don’t remember exactly when I met you, because you were always hovering in the back of my mind.

No, I didn’t think it was love. Love to me was sappy, and I’d leave to the hopeless romantics, and the giggly cliques. To me you were my rebel addiction, seeing you fed my want for being unique. I wanted you like I wanted chocolate. Caffeine, cigarettes. Metaphorically. I refused to call it a crush. Or love for that matter. I was stubborn.

We barely knew each other before junior high. I don’t know, I was quiet, and you were outgoing. That never mixes. Like oil and water. You were definitely the oil. Light, quick, prettier than clear, plain, taken for granted, water. Different than me.

You were in my class in grade 8. The teachers were constantly attempting to keep us disciplined, and assigned us seats. The likelyhood of sitting beside you was so improbable, that I knew it would happen. Things just work that way. Damn, I hate clichés! But sure enough, I had to sit beside you. “Had” wouldn’t be the word. It would be more like fueling the rebel addiction. I still wouldn’t call it love. When you fall in love, you have to fall back out. Fall down. And it hurts.

A/N: I wrote romantic crap! A first! And the funnything is I've never even had a boyfriend. I like the last few lines. They may be encorporated into a poem.This may turn out to be a novel. I'm not sure yet. I may just leave it as it is. I would like some opinion, so review and I'll love you forever! You can flame if you want, because I like fire :) And I can burn things with all your little flames.