I moved from California when I was 7 to Texas and had to leave everything and everyone behind.

Since moving to Texas so many traumatic events have taken place in my life, but having the end goal in mind to get back to L.A. has always gotten me through the struggle.

One of my favorite memories was this cute boy named Roman in my 2nd grade class. We were boyfriend and girlfriend and just about inseparable.

Being so young, we lost contact after the move, but he never left my mind.

I know I could be being silly because it was 2nd grade, and God forbid it, but he could be with someone else by now or even have children.

It’s just…after all the crap I’ve been through and the bad relationships I’ve had here in Texas, he’s always been who I believe in my heart I’m supposed to be with.

I guess I’m just posting to see if I could get some advice on what to do with myself.

Especially being that I feel so trapped here in Texas and while I’m hoping he does, Roman may not even remember me.