Originally Posted by rodandy12
It was long ago, but I remember being in the 6th grade. It was the first time I had my heart broken. I lived in a small town, but it had a movie theater. A date consisted of meeting someone there on a Saturday afternoon. Now and then one could get a kiss. I don't think we got into "going steady" for a few more years. Probably around the time of drivers licenses.
None of this stuff is new. Your parents went through the same stuff you are going through, even though you probably couldn't imagine it and your grandparents probably have some stories as well. Maybe you've already heard them more times than you care to remember.
You'll figure it out. Sounds like your feelings are trustworthy.