First Sight Of first love. This is a true story that happened in my 9th grade and 10th grade year.
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She wipes the mascara streaks from her burning eyes and whispers "Don't go," as she slowly counts his steps as he walks away.
They dated for a year and three months and he was her first love, but like all things, everything comes to an end. With high school anything can happen. People change, friends become enemies and enemies become friends, but this naïve girl; me, couldn't see it coming. Some people believe that time heals all wounds. For me weeks turned into months and all was not well. He seemed to forget me within a week or so, and I just couldn't let go. As he left me to myself he seemed to take everything that I cared for swiftly away with him, along with my heart, and I let him do it.
Nearly seven months had passed and I was finally overcoming and growing stronger. I felt I had improved, even though I still had more emotions to overthrow. It was a start of a new beginning. My paper heart was gluing itself back together at last. Even though he and I had not spoken for several months, we somehow started working on our friendship and with time slowly but surely we began to catch up on the little things in our lives.
I soon learned something I believe we both were not ready for, but as fast as I was healing; I quickly tumbled deeper down, down, down faster than I could comprehend. His last words still echoing in my brain rattled my thoughts. "I'm gay, have been for three years." As I gathered this new unbelievable bit of information that somehow made insane sense all along I first wondered if I was dreaming. Then when the sincere shock of reality hit I immediately felt betrayal, agony and hatred piercing at my sides as I tried to catch my breathe between sobs. This was so wrong, went against everything we believed in as Christians. Thousands of questions I had asked and memories exploded into my throbbing head as I wondered what all we had had that was fiction or fact. I wanted to have the numb feeling again, but here I was cut wide open again. Everything we had or could have had, all the feelings I felt. I wanted to erase. I tried to still myself as my body kept trembling; I was on the verge of losing it.
No matter how much my heart ached, I couldn't hate him. Accepting him for who he was and not for what he's done, how he feels, or what he believes in was the hardest thing that I have ever had to do. I had to gather all my strength and put my feelings aside and focus on others, to forgive, and realize that all things come to an end.
Today I have my good friend back, and although we have our differences, and sometimes memories of the relationship or any hard times afterwards may come back and hit a soft spot every once and a while, I know I'm stronger and whatever happens, will eventually come to pass. The past makes me who I am today, and right now I'm happy.
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