My First Boy-Friend

I was in third grade and I liked a guy named Cory. Cory played football. He has caramel colored hair and puppy brown eyes. I hung out and talked with him often, and he always sat next to me at the lunch table. We also had a ton in common. I didn’t think he liked me more than a friend. A week or two later he asked me at lunch, “Do you like me like, like like me?” I answered, “Yes”, and smiled. I went and told my best friend. She got jealous because she liked him to.
Anyway Cory and I went down town that weekend for a taco. We went out all year. In forth grade we were still going out. Except I moved to Mount Airy, Which is 30 minutes away from him, but we still went out. Three weeks after my move we went to a fancy restaurant called Hustons. My mom and dad came along too. They seated Cory and I first. We sat in our own booth three booths away from my parents. We played paper football at the table with the paper that was around the napkin. After that we went and got ice cream and brought him home. In fifth grade I moved to Wisconsin. We both knew that long distance relationships don’t work so well, we broke up even though we both did not want to. We are still; friends today.
He found me on facebook and we exchanged phone numbers. We text and talk a lot now. I saw him when I visited last year. The funny thing today is that he has a girl-friend and I have a boy-friend, but his girl -friends name is Kayla. I find that funny.