Love knows no age.

Sitting in a wooden circle, friends from side to side, others whose names and faces I don't recall. Going through the usual recess conversations, boys, and most of all gossip, the usual lies are there, or course, but there was a new rumor rumbling in the pool a new kid, a boy to be exact, he was coming in about a week or two, at the time I couldn't really care less, he'd be just another one of those new kid, odd at first talking to everyone, then finding a group more to their liking and stuck to them, which for boys consisted of the jock boys, and the girls to the "plastics" . The week seemed to fly by, and the day was here, rumors about this boy had been passed around from person to person, at one point people said he was black, at another time he was short and really fat, then he was supposed to be really tan, then that day he was really here, and he wasn't any of those things. I remember his hair, longer then I've seen on a guy, down past his shoulders. A dirty blonde that somewhat reminded me of the sun. I remember his voice, and how he made friends with everyone him, not just a certain group of people.  We were young still elementary, but higher grades, almost junior high, it seem like such a long time ago. But i remember it like it was yesterday, how the teacher spelt his name, how he talked, seemed a little different than anything anyone in my grade was used to, an Arizona student, coming from the hot deserts, to the cold hills, that cute smile, even the odd style of jeans he wore, torn and ripped, on purpose? The first things he said.
"Hello, I'm Marc, why is it so cold here?"
I remember how confused everyone in the class was, it was probably one of the warmest days we've had all year. In the 90's.
"Its hot out what do you mean?" I asked
"Back where I'm from, this is winter weather." I remember how he laughed. That's when we made eye contact for the first time, and my heart raced, and that's when I started feeling like I was in love with this guy.
I guess we were pretty young to fall in love , but he was different, and special to me, and new to everyone else, i knew i wanted to be with him from the start, but i kept all my feelings hidden, and my heart in its place, we were best friends, unable to be apart from each other, he was tall, i had never seen someone so happy, someone so ready to start every day, he was my inspiration, and my muse, to be a better me, and be someone he would want to be with as well, so as we were together i studied, and looked at what he saw in girls, which was the same thing every guy looks for in there preteen years, i watched him grow from a kid on the playground, with the cutest dimples, and the chubbiest cheeks, to a man, with firm shoulders ,and a look that could scare a Maurine, but a smile as sweet as when we first met, I changed as he did, from a chubby little girl, hair messy, clothes not often matched, quickly into a young woman, to perfume and make-up, from ribbons and curls; if only he could see me now my best friend at the time also noticed the change, and even knowing i love this man, she chased after him, making it known that she liked him, and after maybe a month or to, after my home coming from an amazing family vacation, they were together, and the thought of her holding that hand i long to hold, and her kissing those lips which haunted and enchanted all my dreams, truly and endlessly made me sick to my stomach, everyday id see them smile with each other, and everyday id watch them hold each other, and i would stand in awestruck, knowing that that should be me, she thought noting would be wrong? What fool she and i both were, we slowly lost contact, which i insured happened, and me and that boy started to hang out more and more, once or twice he even ignored her for me, and i was greatly enjoying her suffering, is it wrong to enjoy the suffering of someone who has done you so wrong, that every night you would cry yourself to sleep and think of him? I don't think so. But one day, i heard the new, he was moving, away, to somewhere across the country, and i panicked, i asked around and many people confirmed, he came to me, asking why I've been asking so many people and not himself, and i simple said.
"I couldn't, because I probably start crying like a moron"
He looks at me in surprise "why?"
I looked at him, thinking what I could do to make it seem like nothing, make it seem like it wasn't because i would miss him with all my heart.
"You're my best friend" i cried, knowing i had just lied to the one person i swore id never lie to, and to my surprise, he wrapped him arms around me.
"You're mine too, ill email you every day I can, I promise" I smiles; at least it was better than nothing. The next day that boy and the girl talked, and he left her, for good, my world was in a spin, and i was never so happy, although her world got turned upside down, it felt like my world was finally getting a sun. That email, the one that i will smile at forever, still lingers in my email inbox somewhere in the deepness, "will you be my girlfriend?" were the words plainly written on the screen, that's when he said the words that made it all okay "i love you" every night phone calls rang from him, as the sound of his voice got lower and lower, and mine got higher, but....the phone calls started coming less, and less. Soon they stopped all together, then, that one email, on that same site, from that same address, "my heart can't love you anymore because you have broken it". I had never been so confused in my life; I didn't do anything to make him say that. Or anything to make him feel anything other than love for me, I guess maybe something so serious was too much for him. I never really knew. I cried for weeks, my grades dropped rapidly, and my smile faded into a small line across my face, my world was over, but i hated myself for falling this hard for him, i hated myself for letting myself get so close to someone i knew wouldn't love me forever. And trusting a friend that hurt me in the worst way. But life goes on, although I didn't know it at the time, I know it now, that was true love. And true pain. But with love, there is no age limit.