cameron pitt

This love ballad, goes out to Cameron Pitt. We dated over a million times — well, not literally. But, we just had one of those on again, off again relationships. I remember how you asked me out: over text. So classy, right?

Cameron: hey
Me: hi
Cameron: what's up?
Me: doing homework
Cameron: cool
Cameron: so do you like me?
Me: as a friend
Cameron: I mean more then a friend
Me: idk I guess?
Cameron: so you wanna be my girlfriend or what?
Me: I'm not sure, maybe?

You were texting me like a first grader. You weren't cute — not at all, not even a little. And I remember my mom always telling me, "looks don't matter." And I would always say, "screw you mom!"

Yeah, sorry, about that mom, but this isn't about you. Back to Cameron. So the next day, I got out of my moms car and walked into my middle school. You know doing what a typical sixth grader would do when four obnoxious, bouncy, jumpy girls came up to me and started yelling.

"Oh my gosh! You have a boyfriend?!" "You're dating Cameron!" "Cameron's so hot!" "I wish I was like you!" "Can I have your face?!"

To which I calmly replied saying,"I don't have a boyfriend, I'm not dating Cameron, he's not 'hot', why would you want to be like me? And no, I need my face. I kinda like my face."

Then a red head added herself to the conversation,"he told everybody in our grade you guys had 'it.'"

"He did what the heck now?!" I yelled.

"Yeah. I'm guessing he lied we're sorry!" One of the girls that said they wanted my face said.

"It's fine, do you know where he is?" I asked.

"In the cafeteria eating breakfast," another one of the girls said.

"Thank you, goodbye!" I said and ran into the cafeteria. I searched around you and I finally found you. I was fûcking pissed at you.

"What the heck have you done?!" I yelled.

"What's wrong babe?" You asked innocently.

"I'm not your 'babe' and we didn't do anything!"

"Don't hide it."

"Don't lie about it! We did nothing! You're too ugly for me and you're not my type! You're so pathetic, you had to make up a rumor to get people to like you and to get yourself to be popular. No one will fûck your little one inch!"

I remember everyone looked at me with shock, but no one said anything. I rolled my eyes and walked out. I called my mom to come pick me up and then you texted me again. Some people told me you cried and you were called 'crybaby'.

Cameron: I'm sorry
Me: no you're not
Cameron: can we try again?
Cameron: I promise I'll be a good boyfriend and won't spread rumors
Me: fine
Cameron: thank you

And you lied day after day and spread more rumors. I was known as the 'slût' of the school thanks to your dumbàss. We would fight, breakup, then makeup. It wasn't healthy for me, but when we weren't fighting and breaking up you treated me well. And now I hope you're treating your future wife well.

Thanks for the invite to your wedding! You fell in love at the age of fifteen and now you're engaged at seventeen! Can't wait till your wedding next year.

To Cameron Pitt, the one who made me the old me.