Is It My Fault? (I dedicate this "story" to my friend and it's written in her point of view since she told me everything that happened) I knew about him since sixth grade. In seventh grade, we became classmates. We never spoke to each other but I found out that he was not good in Math. In eighth grade, we did not talk. He was in one of my class but we only nodded at each other. Then I left, hurting, tired, with the game that #life has been playing with me. It hurt to leave him but there was nothing I could do. I left but I thought of him every so often. Then, he sent me a friend request on Facebook and I was elated. And of course I accepted it. The next day, I decided to message him. Since then, we talked every single day. One day, while talking to him. He said one line that made me feel numb. "Have to go, meeting with my gf soon." The feeling was… nothing. I didn't know what to do. So I said goodbye to him. I stopped talking to him but he send me messages. I messages him back only at times. I couldn't talk to him when it felt like my heart had been ripped apart. I still talked to him. And till now I talk to him. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, I will get over him. (This is my friend's story, who I have known for longer than I remember, hence, I know much) (I have her permission to write her story )
