Eight months and eleven days since he asked
me out.
"I won't let go of what's making me sad because
it's the only thing making me happy." The best thing
that ever happened to me, i would tell him. &It was true.
Even though he wasn't completley... devoted to
only me. It was worth it though.
I made a mistake.
There was this guy, a friend. Only my friend. I was around this
guy alot, I guess. I could never have thought of him as more
than a friend. Ever. But apparently, i was too close with him.
He (first one) called it cheating, the hypocrite did.
Today he ignored me all day. This is the first time it has ever
happened, because when I say we were inseperable, and together
every second of the day, I mean it. We had been fighting about
my friendship the night before and that morning. I knew
something was really wrong, though.
I came out of class to get on my bus today. He waited for me,
like always, even though he had been ignoring me all day.
"I think we should break up."
He said. I couldn't even look up. Eight months, the only
boy I've ever loved, my everything, the one thing holding
me together, all of the millions of memories and times
we've shared, everything we've been through together. I
looked him in the eye and saw it all, including something
I'd never expected.
He was crying.
My heart shattered. I'm surprised i didn't break into a
thousand unrecognizable pieces right there. It felt like he had
kept a bomb in my heart, and at that exact moment had ignited
it. That doesn't even do justice, i cant explain it. But
it's the worst thing in the world.
Through my tears, I said, "I know." "I still
love you." He responded. "I can't even put it
into words." He grabbed my hand, looked at me once more,
dropped it and walked away.
This is where my
love story ends.