To Anyone and Everyone. I Love Andy.

I remember not long ago, at the start of 2008, there was a short curly-haired boy who, lets face it, was no Brad Pitt, but he was still handsome in my mind.1

About a month into school, I started to hang around with him, got to know him better. I soon discovered that, although he didn't believe it, he was funny, sweet and smart.2

My friends all thought he was weird and they laughed at him everytime he walked past, but I'd get up them for it, 'cos I liked him. Of course when I told them they laughed, but I didn't care.3

One afternoon after school, I sent him a text saying, "would it be weird if we went out?" to which he replied, "no, why?" After a few more texts we were "going out" as they say.4

It was really awkward at first, like all high-school romances. He started to hang around me and my friends hated it, but I didn't care.5

Exactly one week after I sent him that first text he sent me one saying, "I'm too much of a retard to go out with you." I was angry, I mean if he was such a retard, why would I be attracted to him in the first place?6

I confronted him at school the next day but all he did was avoid the subject and make snide comments to his mate. Of course all my friends said, "I told you so."7

We ended up treating eachother like aquaintinces instead of friends. He started to hang around the same people as I did, and we everntually became friends again.8

The school musical rehearsals had just started, and we both were cast. The more time we spent together, the closer we got, eventually going out again. 9

We were sitting in rehearsals one day, and leant over and put my head on his shoulder. He said, "I don't want *person* to see 'cos he'll be weird about it."10

Soon after, we broke up again. We just didn't work as a couple. At least this time we stayed friends afterwards.11

It's term 3 and we were going out again and spending all our time together. The musical was coming along nicely. We had a full weekend rehearsal and instead of being all "boy-friend, girl-friendee" we spent the weekend trying to "fix" the problem of our chemistry. It didn't work.12

We had the musical, it was brilliant, he was the highlight of the show. We actually connected properly for the first time. In the past our relationships had lasted, maybe a month, tops. But this, this was different.13

We were up to just over six weeks. Neither of us were very good at relationships (when I say were, I mean are ) so the extent of our physical relationship had been hugging. I told him I wanted to kiss him. I had kissed before, but he hadn't. He was shocked and kept asking questions like: When? Why? and How?14

To be honest I wanted him to just accept it and be excited or something... Instead it seemed as if he was trying to find an excuse.15

I broke up with him. The next day at school he wouldn't talk to me. Whouldn't even look at me. I sat down next to him and forced him to listen to what I had to say. I told him I was an idiot and dumping him was wrong. 16

That day told me something. I was in love. I told him and then proceeded to cry. We then decided that we would pretend that I never broke up with him.17

But that didn't work. It was weird. Of course, we decided that we don't work, and mutually dumped eachother.18

Months later, we had gotten really close. "Unofficially going out" as he put it. He rang me one day and we talked for more than two hours. During the very interesting conversations we confessed our love for eachother.19

This is where it turns bad...20

Because of our close friendship and mutual love, I thought I could confide in him with something personal, so I did.21

About a month later he started acting all weird and I ask him why. He didn't really answer me and we spent all lunch arguing. During English (the class we met in) *person* let slip that he had told *person* something about me, but didn't gice me any details.22

Andy went out to do an errand for the teacher, during whch time, *person* told me what he had told *person*.23

I felt my heart break. He told her the one thing I specifically asked him never to tell anyone until I was ready, but he did. I cried all through English. I'd never been so hurt.24

He came back into class, saw that I was crying and asked *person* what was wrong. Knowning what he had done had hurt me so, he cried too.25

At lunch, I had kind of a break down. I was crying alot, I couldn't think. I tried to hit him but he ran from me. *person*, who he told, knew I knew and did whatever she could to try to help me.26

I then proceeded to not talk to him and snap at him whenever he tried to talk to me.27

In the last week of school, the week just gone, we watched "10 Things I Hate About You" in English (this story features heavily on English class doesn't it?) The scene in which Heath Leadger sings to Kat while she is in PE in spired Andy to aquire my forgivness.28

So, he wrote a story, much like this, and posted it here. I cried as I read through it.29

It made me realise that although he may have hurt me, my love for him will never die.30

I hope these 7 words sum it up:31

Andy, I forgive you, I Love You