part of my past.

It's not like I have been thinking of this guy or anything, but I a post of him on facebook and it reminded me of my past experiences with him. We met in summer camp the summer before 7th grade, 8th grade for him. I actually got to hang out with him the next summer at the same camp. We spent a good 5 weeks being friends, two of those we was at another camp but we never failed to text each other. Unfortunately for me, I knew he only thought of me as a friend, while I, being the hopeless romantic that I am, really liked him but chose to keep that a secret except for my closest friend. The rest gone a little messy but to sum i
t up, this girl found out and thought it would help if she told him... sooo stupid. Our relationship was never the same. I remember the day the awkwardness started: we were are raging waters. The stupid girl that spilled the beans told him in a line for this water slide. He told a camp leader that we would wait by the meet spot. My friends deciding to go to the tidal pool resulted in me almost drowning because two fat girls didn't know how to jump and decided it would be best to use me as leverage...by the way one of those girls is 'the stupid girl that spilled the beans.' Then this leader grabbed my boob and I ended up swimming to the shallow end and walked to the meeting place. The guy was there alone just lying down, with his shirt off... really can you torture me anymore? It wasn't a good day... The next day he didn't show up to camp. My last two days at camp was a legit hardcore camping trip on a beach. We actually talked and when I was laying down in my super, large, 8-person tent he laid on my stomach/hip. There were a lot of us but still... :) I never really talked to him again, I mean we would say the occasional 'happy birthday' and whatever. He's going to be a senior this coming year... I don't like him in that way anymore but honestly he was one of those people that you connect with and everything seems effortless. Maybe I'll try to talk to him again before I never see him again once we goes off to start his life. Hopefully he did not change like the 90% that do. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm glad he was part of my past.