Being liked by a boy in high school was the most memorable thing.
He took care of every aspect of me in every way, because we weren't in the same class, even for ten minutes in between classes he went to the door of our classroom and waited for me, every class, every day, just to comfort me for my uncertainty of being in a new class. Just about people always will not cherish those easy to get, so I use my willfulness to hurt him eventually push him away.
More than ten years have passed, and I've had a few boyfriends since then, but I've always felt that he was the best person in the world who ever treated me well, apart from my dad. Now looking back or a little lost or later, I do not know how he nowadays raised, married and have children?