• Let’s start from six months ago when Connor and I first started going out. It started in science class. He sat across from me and he would always glance at me every so often and catch my eye. We would smile at each other and then look away and then look at each other. After the bell rang and class ended and we were the last ones left in the classroom, he asked me out. I said yes of course since I had had a crush on him for months and from there we were basically inseparable. My friends were fine with it, they usually double dated with us so I wasn’t ever blowing them off to hang with Connor. They understood and I’ll always be grateful to them for that. Anyways, I went through that week floating on a cloud. Connor was the best boyfriend a girl could ever have! He would hug me as we crossed paths in the hallway and he would ALWAYS hang by me in front of his friends. He was a good boyfriend and I’m sad that I can never have be with him forever just like we had planned. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes. Well we dated for a few months and everything was fine. Connor was like the light of my life. I know what you’re thinking. I’m 13, too young to be in love. Well I don’t know why people say that because I was in love with him and he was in love with me. That’s just the way it was and I wouldn’t have changed it. Then, his world came crashing down the day he found out I was dead.