broken heart #5

We were freshman in high school. I didn’t know much about you other than you had broken your leg during football practice. Broken legs seemed manly and somehow it seemed so typical for a girl like me to date a damaged football player that I could take care of. It turns out you weren’t really the football player type, though, and I wasn’t the laidback girl you probably wanted. 

When I kissed you, you told me we were moving too fast. When we broke up, I told you you didn’t understand me.

I didn’t understand me, either.

You had blue eyes, but that’s all I remember about you.