The memories we shared were about as delicate as a rose. He was my first, the first full on bursting passion that I've ever had in my life. I'd need to learn to never trust myself again with men. Shannon also took me to my prom. I'd always share my deepest secrets with Jeff about Shannon, and he'd always assure me that we're meant for eachother. What a load of crock that was.
I got up and walked twoards the door. I felt weak, a tear slid down my cheek. I leaned against the wall trying to hold it in, but it bursted out. All the moments I had with Shannon, the memories, the dates, the nights all alone, all the emotions spilled out. I felt myself sliding down the wall, crying, wondering what I'd done wrong to deserve this.What did *I* do? I gave him my heart, he was what I loved in this world, the only thing I could hold onto tightly.
The door opened and shut as Jeff hurdled in from the rain. He saw me on the floor, crying, almost in hysterics. He dropped his coat onto the couch, and quickly shuffled over to me. He knelt down, picking my tearstained head up.

"What's the matter!?" He asked looking dead into my glassy brown tear filled eyes.

"He left..." I cried.

"Who?"

"Shannon! He.. he jus...left..with that bimbo Stacy..."I cried loudly, not wanting to beleive the words that came out of my mouth.

"Oh god.."Jeff said, sitting next to me, holding me in his arms,"Dad always told me never to cry...but in this case, go ahead and let it out sweetie." Jeff told me softly.