The more Jake and I were together, the more fond I became of him. He wasn't so bad at all. He was polite, truly cared about me (unlike my past crushes) and respected me. He wasn't creepy, he just told you exactly how he felt and what he was feeling at the time. This is one of the things I admire most about Jake to this day. He, as far as I know of, never lied to me.

He was the first person I have ever met to this day, no lie, that truly just didn't care what people thought about him. FLAT OUT didn't care. You know how some phonies are like "Ya, I try to be my own person, not to follow the crowd" and when peer pressure steps in, they're an entirely different person. But Jake wasn't like that at all. Today I struggle with being my own person, and not caring what others say or think. But to Jake, it didn't matter. It didn't matter to Jake when guys made fun of him during lunch for sitting next to me everyday, it didn't matter that people said we were too young and wouldn't make it as a couple, it didn't matter when we were faced with the bullies and haters in the school.....because we had each other. That was enough.