The Broken Heart Problem

Reason 1: Boyfriend No. 1

Well, here I am, writing my whole love life down. Oops. Sorry. You might want to know my name now huh. Well, it's Abby Ryon.

There you have it. Your narrator's name.

Now, my age.

I'm thirteen.

I know I know. Your probably thinking, "That's way to young to understand the troubles of having a love life!"

And you know what? You are probably right. You're probably right in a sense that I really haven't hurt as much as a high schooler, but by the end of this, you will understand.

So, let's start off with my first boyfriend who was an absolute dick.

Cade Warner.

Yup, he was a soccer-lovin' boy who lives, eats, breaths soccer. And, well, I was just that way once, too. It was two years ago in October when he asked me out. And of course, never having a boyfriend before, I said yes. Damn. I was desperate. We did nothing together, except go to each other's soccer games and we gave each other a Christmas present.

Valentine's day was our "first date" and it was the last. For Valentine's day, we went to the movies to see The Lego Movie. Lame, I know, but it was the only movie in the theater that was appropriate for us to watch. Plus, my younger brother brought a friend along with him. It was a fairly decent Valentine's day if you ask me.

But then, after a couple of weeks, I got a text from him saying that we should break up. I asked why. He said, "Because you're distracting me from my main focus. Soccer." He broke up with me because of soccer. I was crushed, but I didn't cry. My eyes did water, yes, but no tears were shed. It sucked. My heart felt broken, but it was slowly healing. I felt like I could move on after a while, but I didn't think that a while would be so soon. I had this crush on a different guy, but-wait. Never mind. This is next chapter shit. Yup.

So to sum this up, my first boyfriend broke up with me because soccer was more important. Sure, it wasn't much of a relationship, but it was still something, right? I keep on asking myself that, "was Cade and I's relationship real or was he just desperate for a girlfriend, found me, and used me?" Well, I don't think I'll ever get the nerves to ask him that.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Author's note,

So sorry about my earlier writing. I got writers block and had no idea where to go for it. So ya. Sorry. But this idea to write about a young girl who has already given up on love over-powered the urge to continue writing Coffee. Again, sorry. But I hope you enjoy this one!

~Abigail Cohen