This is a fictional/true story about my 7th grade crush and how he slowly, without knowing, broke every little piece of me. It was platonic love, it could've never happened. He's 15, I'm 12. He's popular, I eat lunch in a bathroom stall. I used to look at him every single day, and come home to tell My Diary everything. From what he did today, and how I reacted to us talking on Instagram DMs. My Diary was the only one who knew about my crush, but that's not what he would call it. He would tell me I was in love and going to get hurt. I didn't trust him, my biggest mistake. I wish I would've listened to him, I mean he was right after all. She came along and pushed me aside. He fell for her, and they're in love and neither of them know it. I came home crying everyday, without letting anyone know what had happened. If anyone asked, I would say I had a really bad stomach ache from lunch. I never got over him, and till this day, I am still in love.