i'm not feeling cold!

it's starting  to get cold here in china ,but i don't feeling it ,because i'm reading "Chicken Soup",and put my heart into it .      i'will rewrite the story now.        

THE BOY ,NEXT DOOR(i thought we were going to e together forever;i thought he loved me or at least liked me .)---------------------

I moved in when i was seven years old ,and even as a gangly seven-year-old,i had eyes for the boy next door.        

We grew up together.he taught me how to climb trees,how to skateboard and how to cuss.       

  Years passed and uncountable love notes were placed upon his doorstep,i remember waiting and waiting for replied;but,somehow,they must have beenlost along the way,although my naivete,didn't let me care too much.      And then one day, i did care,it's funny how the changing seasons can bring reality to a little girl in pigtails and cause her to see out of the eyes of a young woman. all of a sudden,i became overly sad when he ignored me ,and overly happy when he smiled at me .i scribbled his name all over my folder and read it with lovesick eyes. 

 Unfortunately,by the time i was in seventh grade,he was way out of my league,and,worst of al,he hnew it .iwould stare at him from accross the hall,and,when his eyes met mine,he would quickly look away,pretending not to see me,i guess i wasn't pretty enough or cool enough for his attention,and i wondered how he had so easily forgotten the days when we would run away from the would and hide for hours in the tree fort we built together out of plywood and old sheets.Then one day,as i was munching on my after-school snack,the phone rang,and it was him,B.Jay.i was confused.he hac been avoiding me for months.why would he just call out of the blue? "Do you wanna,uhhh,come over?"his voice was unfamiliar.it took me no honger than a second to reply."okay,sure,yeah,sure,umm,yeah,"i stuttered nervously.

  Dial tone .    I was too exicited to realize he hung up without saying good-bye.i walked quickly and casually to his front door,reminding myself to be cool. The door opended,and i walked inside .his house smelled like old leather and detergent.i breathed it in nervously."my parent aren't here,"he said smiling.I smiled back,completely unaware of what he meant. He plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV."sit down ,"he said with the same silly grin.So,i sat,and we stared at the TV,and then it happened.don't ask me how ,iwas too busy wondering how to act,but there he was leaning in to,yesto,kiss me . My heart stopped. i swear it must have,because i lost feeling my body and icouldn't breathe.i must have looked somewhat awkward because i had absoulutely no idea what i was doing,and my plan to act "cool" turned into my pretending i was a complete expert .But i didn'tcare,my dream was coming ture.we were together at last ..and forever..life was pure perfection.And then the kiss was over,ending as awkwardly as it began,we both returned to sharing at the TV,i was eager to run home and tell my friends,so i kissed him goog-bye and aprinted home.

the next day at school, i saw him in the halls,"hi,B.jay."i exclaimed.he didn'tsay a thing .he just walked by as if i didn't even exist. the louder i called his name,the faster he walked away.  

 I was completely horrified.what happened?i thought we were going to be together forever;i thought he loved me or at least liked me.

I was many weeks before i could face him again.i would lie in my bed,listening to guitar solos that rose from his garage,and cry. i waited for some sort of explanation or apology, but i knew he would never vome ;it was time to move on. and eventually i did.as the years passed,i have strngthened because of new heartaches and pain,i have learned neither to love nor to hate the boy next door,but,rather,to thank him for helping the little girl inside me to grow up.    

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