Confessing My First Broken Heart

I was 14 years old when I feel love to someone. Exactly in second grade of Junior High School.
He was my Senior both school and dormitory.
Well, I was in love on seeing how charming this guy on treating me.
Anyway I should accept that I just a friend in common that he treat just like a brother.

Oh yes..
Is not a typo. I was a tomboy in appearance that time.

This the first time I learn, to love is to give.
I know well I would just can't be a companion if I told everything.
So I deciding to help him, be his match maker and courrier for whatever he would send to the girl he like.

Sad? Maybe. But at least I could see him everyday with good talk , smile and help his burden away.

Years pass till he should go to Senior High School and so me in after.

And Im still a courier for him.
Till one day after my first week in High School. He said he will tied with somebody.
The girl that being my neighbor and my buddy for years.
And again those pain just could be release when seeing his happiness.

You know,
Somehow he the one that help me to choose to be humble. Tought me sincerity of being in love.
And let God decide what we deserve.