ross abbey

This love ballad goes out to, Ross Abbey. There's not much to say about us besides the fact that we dated when we were eight, and you told me you loved me. And I said 'thank you.' Here's how it went:

"I love you," you said.

"Thank you," I said.

"You don't love me back?"

"No, I'm sorry."

"Why not? I love you!"

"I'm only eight, I don't know what love is," I said using my mom's words.

She told me to never fall in love easily, because someone could break your heart just as fast as you could fall in love with them. You and I only dated for eleven days, and you asked me out in front of Chloe and she dared me to say yes to you.

This is how you and I broke up:

"You don't love me!" You yelled.

"No, I'm sorry," I said.

"I can't love you!"

"That's okay, I guess."

"You're just gonna let me go?"

"I'm sorry?"

"No, you're not!" You yelled. "I can't believe you would do this to me! What about all those times I pushed you on the swings? What about the seesaw? What about sharing our orange juice and our animal crackers? I gave you my dinosaur!"

To which me being little kid me I said. "You didn't push me high enough on the swings and you were too heavy on the seesaw! Plus I hate orange juice! Apple juice is better and I hate dinosaurs I like elephants!"

And that was the time I broke up with you and you started crying and the teacher sent you home and you came back two weeks later and I ignored you. But, you called me twenty minutes ago and invited me to your art gallery about dinosaurs and elephants, thank you, I'll see you there.

I'm sorry, Ross Abbey, the dinosaur enthusiast