Growing Pains?

When I was in 2 grade, I liked a boy. He's name was Roberto, and he was my best friend. I know, I know. Puppy love? Yeah right. I thought he was really nice and he was really sweet. He was the only boy my age that wasn't allergic to girls and didn't think they couldn't play street soccer. He was really cool. However, at that age, as we all know, boys are not interested in girls. Girls mean someone to play with during recess, annoy, and  show superiority over, yadda, yadda, yadda.... But he was better than that in my mind. I know, pathetic. I look back on this and it makes me laugh a little at the thought of liking someone at the age of 7.
He was nice and he was funny, and he hugged girls, which was different from others boys that were "too cool". One day, while eating my sandwich after our usual game of soccer, which was when he was usually in a good mood, I asked him.
I asked him If he wanted to by my boyfriend. Not really knowing what that meant honestly. He looked at me wide-eyed and told me he thought that was yucky and that he only liked me as a friend. I took that to heart, and I was very embarrassed. I blushed so bad, that even in my brown skin, you could still see it crystal clear how embarrassed I was. I think that has been the most embarrassing moment of my life. Rejection, a universal feeling that everyone gets at some point in life. I've paid my dues. Or I wished it worked that way.
But, I'm in high school now. Friends, boys, colleges... I have a feeling that even though we write about these stories, life is not over. There are many things in life to come and that feeling of rejection will come up again in my life.
There are only two things to be absolutely sure of in life: Losing and dying. As depressing as that sounds, it's true. However, we can try to win and get what we want. Unless you believe in reincarnation, you only have one life, so might as well make the best out of it and beat the odds of losing, by risking a little and making a chance. I think that's what life is all about. That's what high school taught me: YOLO. Only... I took it 10 notches higher than what people usually mean when they say that. Haha.