I think I understand now why I feel upset. It isn't the fact that he broke up with me. Because I know he still loves me and that we will always have a close friendship.
I have realised I am upset because I am a teenager. Teenagers want to kiss and cuddle and feel special. Well I'd say people of all ages would love that [except for the cootie-ridden children].
It was never that he broke my heart, because he has done nothing to do so. I began to think about what I really missed about the relationship- all I came up with were the long cuddles, the kisses and staring deeply into each others eyes. Now I know those are great things, but they aren't everything. Now I sound shallow that I only miss the physical side of the relationship. Well I'm not, because I know that I don't need to miss the emotional side of it. We still love each other, we just don't show it as much. We're still the best of friends and I know he'll always be the one I can go to for advice or just a shoulder to cry on. I can't imagine him ever letting me down, and leaving me completely. 
I know for now it is best that we put our relationship in God's hands and let him takeover. We can't go wrong that way. I know that I will always hope that God will put him and I together, but I need to keep remembering that whatever may happen, that God will do what is best for the both of us. Whether he will give us our relationship, or find us other partners in future.
I just hope I can keep thinking this way, and to not be consumed by feelings of deep sadness again.
God is my only comfort.

The people sat in silence in the bright yellow car, they drove down a silent, eery street. The boy, sat with his left elbow resting against the window, in the poorly lit car he watched the girl sitting across from him, looking past the boy in the middle. He smiled at her, she felt nervous. She feared being caught looking back, but she could not keep her eyes off him. She too rested her elbow against the other window, and she looked nervously at him, every so often glancing at the boy sitting between the two, hoping he would not move his focus off the road ahead. She looked away, and stared at the moving houses out of the window.

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The boy stood amongst his friends, resting his hand on the girl's shoulder, while chatting away on his phone. The girl sat in silence. He bent over and wrapped his arms around the girl's shoulders and put his face close to hers and whispered sweetly into her right ear, "I love you"...The girl replied, in a shaking whisper of a voice, so quiet that she can never be sure if he heard. She placed her right hand on his right arm, it still wrapped around her small shoulders. She savoured that very moment they had shared, oblivious to her surroundings and to who had seen.

Amongst friends, I sat at McDonald's [as we do every Sunday night after church] while going insane because of my lemon of phone. I wanted to throw it at something, so badly.

My good friend, a tall, bushy haired boy had sat next to me for the whole night; I love this guy so much- he makes me happy.

He looked at me and said,

"Yes or No?" -Boy

"Yes or No what?" -Me

"Just Yes or No?" -Boy

this continued for a while,

"I was just going to say something, but I didn't know if I should or not." -Boy

"Oh...Say it?" -Me

He busied himself with photos on his phone...

"Just say it...?" -Me

"Angry or not, you are still beautiful" -Boy

"pshh...nothing special" -Boy

"Uh...thanks?"

He continued to busy himself in his phone as soon after he said this.

I could see his embarrassment.

As my parents' turned up, I was about to leave. I jumped up and got off the brick wall, he followed. He gave me a big hug, the type of hug that you wish would never end. He held me so tight. 

I wanted to show him that I wasn't conceited, that I didn't brush his compliment off as an everyday occurance, that what he had said did mean something to me and that I had appreciated it. I walked back to him as he sat by himself, still looking through his phone,

"Hey, thanks for what you said...It was nice"

His voice lowered slightly and became soft.

"Thankyou" -Boy

In a sweet voice he said, "Bye" and waved.

I could see that my one short sentence had made him so happy inside. I should've hugged him again.

I was sitting in the car, even though I knew he probably didn't have credit...I texted him.

"You made my day, by the way :D"

He had borrowed a friend's phone to reply,

"And you made mine   cat"

I was smiling to myself,

"Who was that? A boy?" -Mum

"Umm..."

"Was it??" -Mum

"uh...yeah..."

...

Does he like me?