Once upon a time, actually, not so long ago, I met this boy. Love at first sight? Nah, such things like that don't exist in my mind. Well, I didn't have any special first impression about him. He was just like anybody else. No, even more ordinary than some others. To be honest, I can't even tell if I had first met him since fourth grade or fifth. My memory is just that awful. Okay, so let’s get some flashbacks, starting from fifth grade. As what I remember, I was sitting across him. All I know is that he liked me. But I didn't care because I was too busy impressing my crush. Now I regret. So there isn't much things to say about fifth grade because he was just an acquaintance to me. We rarely talked to each other; I didn't even notice that he was in my class as well. As what people usually say, you can never know if this stranger would one day become someone that means so much to you. So let’s move on. Sixth grade wasn't a great year for me. Actually, it was my worst year so far. Him and I, we were in different classes. I was meant to be in the same class as he was, but somehow I have to moved to a totally new class with a bunch of people that I have never seen in my life before. I had a chance to make new friends, and enemies of course. He was absolutely erased from my mind. To me, he was less than a friend but more than a stranger. We hardly see each other. And after 7 months in sixth grade, I fell in love with this guy in his class. We dated for 9 months and it was already seventh grade when I broke up with this guy. During that time, all I heard about him was that he liked this girl and everyone was talking about it. Like a mini drama. And of course I'm a drama queen so I know it all. Okay, now comes the little secret. I was a bit, a tiny bit jealous. Gosh I don't even know why. I remembered that he was the boy that liked me in fifth grade and now I heard that he has a crush on someone else. I don't know, it’s just a bit hurtful. Well yeah I understand. How could I expect him to keep liking me when I didn't even care about him? So yeah, I was just too obsessed with boys. We weren't classmates in seventh grade as well. Another year of being acquaintances. And I have to say that I realized that he’s becoming more handsome every year haha. Again, there’s nothing much to say about seventh grade since it was just simply another year of us being apart. And gosh I hate that. So okay, move on to eighth grade, when things became incredibly good. I was so excited, and scared too, since this is the very first year that I’m in an international class. I was worried because I didn't have any friends with me in this class. Then I met her, my bestie. But we won't go into that because I would be going off topic. Yay, so we are in the same class this year. But still, I didn't have much impression about him at first. But he was a bit more special than before since he was one of the few friends I got in this class. So we talked more. I get to know more about him and I have to say that he was a really good guy, at least the best guy friend I knew at that moment. He was seating almost next to me at first. So I got even more chances to talk to him. And without knowing, I just naturally fell for him. His handsomeness. His smile. His humors. His intelligence. His kindness. Everything about him made me fell over and over again without realizing it. Then seats were moved. He seated in front of me and even right next to me in science class. I talked to him all day long and I could laugh every single time. I felt really lucky. And this f