He was my high school love. My first love and I was his. We completed each other. Everything was perfect. No other couple could compare. Yeah, its true, we were unreachable. Anniversaries were great. But we made month-aversaries. The best of the best. With just baking cookies or treats were good enough. As long as we had each others company. Don't get me wrong. We also went out on certain occasions.
Our love was definitely incomparable. During classes we would write love notes to each other. We'd buy little gifts for each other, just to show how much we cared and how we thought of one another. We'd meet in the hall way or he'd wait for me after class just to walk me to my next one. No matter what, he was always standing outside, ready to walk me to where ever it was I had to go. I never understood how he did that. He'd always be out there as soon as the bell rang. Its like he ran to see me.
Anyways, two years of this amazing relationship had passed by. Obviously not everything was perfect. We hit some rough bumps a couple of times but that was nothing. We would always manage to keep moving forward. You know, the whole kiss and make up process. But as our relationship continued, our bad days were becoming more and more of a routine. We were both very stressed out. See he had just found out that not only was he not going to be able to graduate on time with me, but also he found out he and his family were moving. Can you believe it? The love of my life was moving. Not any place nearby but a couple of hours away. My heart was broken. My boy friend was leaving. I wasn't going to be able to graduate with him and prom was going to be impossible. Things just got to us. Love was sorta fading away. Actually, it wasn't. It was just being overpowered by all the anger and sadness we had inside.
And then it happened. A tiny fight broke us apart. I broke us apart. Stupid me. I had just had it with everything and I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want to hurt. Nor did I want to hurt him. I thought to myself, "things will be easier this way. No one will get hurt. He won't have to pick between me and his family. It's the right thing to do." Boy, was I wrong.
Seeing him in school was hard. But we had agreed to be friends. Even so he'd still come over every morning to go to school with me, which I made him late to everyday. Lol. But he didn't mind. Well not enough to make him stop coming each and every morning. We were still madly in love with one another but the only difference was I had promised myself to make sure this was the end. I kept pushing him away. I tried to spend more time with other people. Ignored his calls and messages. It was insane. But I still kept my word.
Graduation came and by the time prom came _ _ _ _ _ _ , was the one I wanted to go with but also the one I couldn't go with because it would just put us back to where we started.
Soon after that problems at home were getting bad. I ended up moving out and that was the second biggest mistake of my life.
_ _ _ _ _ _ still tried to get me back. We'd talk from time to time. And he wouldn't give up on me. During this time, we met up two-three times. You can sense the desire we had for each other. A single touch would put goosebumps throughout all our bodies. He helped me out a lot. No matter what. And to this day I appreciate everything he did for me. It was obvious, I still had feelings for him. Strong ones too. I just wanted to throw myself at him. But by then it was even more impossible for us to get back together. It wouldn't have been right. Things were different and I depended on someone else for shelter.
On our last meeting I told him he had to move on. That it wasn't fair for him to keep any hopes with me. I said "you need to be happy. Moving on might be best. We could still be friends. I'll always love you but we just can't be together anymore." He kept telling me how he changed thanks to me. How he's a better person and how much he loved me. That he could never love anyone the same way and after me, anyone he was with would only be a fling and nothing real. He also said he didn't want to move on and that I was the only person he needed and wanted.
The hardest day of my life had been that day.
Our love was definitely incomparable. During classes we would write love notes to each other. We'd buy little gifts for each other, just to show how much we cared and how we thought of one another. We'd meet in the hall way or he'd wait for me after class just to walk me to my next one. No matter what, he was always standing outside, ready to walk me to where ever it was I had to go. I never understood how he did that. He'd always be out there as soon as the bell rang. Its like he ran to see me.
Anyways, two years of this amazing relationship had passed by. Obviously not everything was perfect. We hit some rough bumps a couple of times but that was nothing. We would always manage to keep moving forward. You know, the whole kiss and make up process. But as our relationship continued, our bad days were becoming more and more of a routine. We were both very stressed out. See he had just found out that not only was he not going to be able to graduate on time with me, but also he found out he and his family were moving. Can you believe it? The love of my life was moving. Not any place nearby but a couple of hours away. My heart was broken. My boy friend was leaving. I wasn't going to be able to graduate with him and prom was going to be impossible. Things just got to us. Love was sorta fading away. Actually, it wasn't. It was just being overpowered by all the anger and sadness we had inside.
And then it happened. A tiny fight broke us apart. I broke us apart. Stupid me. I had just had it with everything and I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want to hurt. Nor did I want to hurt him. I thought to myself, "things will be easier this way. No one will get hurt. He won't have to pick between me and his family. It's the right thing to do." Boy, was I wrong.
Seeing him in school was hard. But we had agreed to be friends. Even so he'd still come over every morning to go to school with me, which I made him late to everyday. Lol. But he didn't mind. Well not enough to make him stop coming each and every morning. We were still madly in love with one another but the only difference was I had promised myself to make sure this was the end. I kept pushing him away. I tried to spend more time with other people. Ignored his calls and messages. It was insane. But I still kept my word.
Graduation came and by the time prom came _ _ _ _ _ _ , was the one I wanted to go with but also the one I couldn't go with because it would just put us back to where we started.
Soon after that problems at home were getting bad. I ended up moving out and that was the second biggest mistake of my life.
_ _ _ _ _ _ still tried to get me back. We'd talk from time to time. And he wouldn't give up on me. During this time, we met up two-three times. You can sense the desire we had for each other. A single touch would put goosebumps throughout all our bodies. He helped me out a lot. No matter what. And to this day I appreciate everything he did for me. It was obvious, I still had feelings for him. Strong ones too. I just wanted to throw myself at him. But by then it was even more impossible for us to get back together. It wouldn't have been right. Things were different and I depended on someone else for shelter.
On our last meeting I told him he had to move on. That it wasn't fair for him to keep any hopes with me. I said "you need to be happy. Moving on might be best. We could still be friends. I'll always love you but we just can't be together anymore." He kept telling me how he changed thanks to me. How he's a better person and how much he loved me. That he could never love anyone the same way and after me, anyone he was with would only be a fling and nothing real. He also said he didn't want to move on and that I was the only person he needed and wanted.
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