You can complain that
this isn't a quote, but I need to vent urgently.
About a month ago, I was dating this guy named Brett. I'd liked
him since he moved here from Montana 5 and a half years ago. We
were only 8 years old, and now we're both 14. We had been
dating for 11 months, and everything was going pretty well until at
least before the last two months. We went camping together for 6
days, my mom brought him back home (an hour away drive from the
campsite) and after that, I was still camping for 4 more weeks. We
took walks in the stream, all around the campground. It was one day
when we were way far up the stream when he told me he was in love
with me. I didn't believe him. When I got back, things were
different. My feelings had drifted away from him, but I knew I
still loved him. He didn't talk to me much, although we only
lived 3 minutes away from each other. It was different. I felt
empty. I wanted us to have a relationship where no one thought we
would break up. The camping trip was like the climax of the
relationship. We spent a lot of time together, just talking about
nothing. I wish it had never ended. But, a month ago, I called him.
I told him I wouldn't do it anymore. Why? I didn't want us
together anymore. He wouldn't call me, text me, or even just
drop by my house. He knew he was ignoring me, and I feel that he
didn't have the guts to break my heart. Brett said,
"Don't cry because it's over; smile because it
happened." And I did smile at that. I knew that in my heart,
we were still together. All the memories stayed, but he didn't.
He stopped talking to me when school started. He called me his
'ex' and I didn't like that. I had begun to think that
I was going to hate him when he started dating another girl all
until today. Today was Challenge Day at our school. All the
students 10th grade and up could openly share stories on
challenges; attempting suicide, anorexia, bullying, and family
troubles. After the assembly, we were randomly selected to go to
rooms for a group activity. The teacher asked us what we had been
proud of so far in our lives, and he said his trumpet. We did all
things band together. Jazz Band, All County Band, and concert Band.
Then she asked us what we wanted to change, or what we wanted to
push past ourselves to get to a better life. He said, "The
fact that I'm moving in one month." My jaw dropped. I
didn't know what to say. I asked him at lunch where he was
moving, and he said, "Back to Montana."
I still have his mother's phone number so I asked her why. His
dad got a new job in the railroad business up there. They obviously
wanted to move back because he was looking for a job back where
they were from. Brett would be graduating in the class of 2016 in
the high school his dad did. I cried and cried, and I'm still
crying. I called one of our friends, Josh, and told him. He was
speechless. I know it's not like he's been diagnosed with
cancer, and he's not going to die. I know I should be happy for
him, but I'm not. I'll miss the memories. Us kissing in the
rain, eskimo kisses to warm the nose, falling asleep on him in the
car as he played with my hair and fingers while he was holding my
hand. I'll miss all of that. So much.