It was the end of my sophomore year of high school and the end of a school-year long romance. An up-and-down, go round-and-round romance.
I cried a lot. I must have, because he gave me a box of tissues along with a small give for my 16th birthday. What a guy.
By the end of the year, we were barely speaking because he was avoiding me. I had to go to a girl friend in the group to find out what was going on. Evidently the fall was coming soon.
He expressed in words (his and evidently others), what he couldn’t say to me directly –
We broke up not long after, without me draining the DNA out of my body to become someone more suitable in his eyes.
Thoughts From The Passenger Seat 