Live with it

You know what? I'm tired of all the taunting. I like him. And nobody can tell me wrong. I live with my decisons. Besides, this is the perfect time of year. Even though we only have three more weeks till we split up for the summer, I get to see him a lot more because of all the end-of-the-year field trips. The only thing I don't like is that he's not going on the 7th grade trip to SeaWorld. I was really hoping he was coming, but apparently not.
I like him, I'll just admit that now. I like his eyes, I like his hair at the length it is now (because if he cuts it it looks really weird, and if he lets it grow out, it looks bad. The length now is perfect.), and I like how we can both think the same thing, and yet be polar opposites. Diversity in everything, even a relationship, always works out.
Another thing is in band. Ah, every time I just hear the word "drum", and my mind instantly goes to him. It's sad in a way, what's happened. I'm really in deep. Wow, this is sad.
I am going to say, I will miss the lunch conversations over the summer, because I've gotten used to seeing everybody at lunch every day. I will miss my friends, and my "boyfriend" (that's still weird, we're just friends. We both know we like the other person, though.). Even though I said I was sick of love, not lovesick, (quoting him from today) "love is a strong word." I'm more of a like sick. You miss it when it's gone, and wish you had the chance again to see that one person again. I'm getting depressed typing this, but I need to let the world know. I'm tired of taunting, so I will go along with this and enjoy it. Don't like it?
Too bad. Live with it. I like him, and there is nothing you can do.