I grabbed the the pic. It was nicely shaped and I loved the way it strummed the guitar. But it brings back memories. Memories I wish I could have forgotten, but I can't. Ever since James
and I broke up I can't fathom the pain I feel when I try to play. He bought me that guitar for my 17th birthday and our three year anniversary.
Now almost a year later from when he got me it I still feel the pain. Two months after my birthday I wanted to go and surprise him at his dorm room at Stanford University. When I went to his room I heard noises. I thought of the worse and I got the worse. He was cheating on me with some brunette girl who looked like a model. My eyes became weary and tears were streaming down my face. How could he. How could he not think about us and our relationship. I remember the words slipping out of his mouth like it was
nothing "I-I can explain baby!" I didn't believe his bullshit and I stormed out of his tiny little dorm with the slut.
It was February and almost a year later and I never got a call,text,or email from him explaining everything. Instead I just got complete and utter silence. That made it hurt more.
After I graduated high school I decide to move from sunny and beautiful California to Sydney, Australia. Yes, I did skip a grade that's how I graduated at just turning 17. I know it was crazy but I decide why not. I packed my things and moved as quickly as possible. Oh I forgot to mention that my cousin Olive lives there. So why not be her roommate. She was 19 and in college but we are making it work. I just simply sit there and ponder and think about him. I know it sounds obsessive and weird but I really fell for him you know. He was my first love and first kiss. And no we never had sex thank you very much. I'm still a virgin and I'm gonna keep it that way.
I was begging to get bored so I decided to play a song. I was in the mood for some Brittany Spears and I started playing her hit single "Hit Me Baby One More Time". As I was jamming out I didn't notice my cousin was filming me. She was home for the weekend. Heck she was home every weekend because her college was only 30-35 minutes away. I never see her on week nights because she is always partying. Ya that's not my cup of tea. When I was done being a complete weirdo that I am I heard her clapping.
"Were you watching me?"
"Yup and I video tapped you!"
"Oh my gosh no! Delete that now! I'm just so so-"
"Good. I know, that's why I recorded you. And now you will be the hit of YouTube."
"Olive I swear to God!"
"What can you do Eliza! You can't catch me!"
Sometimes I think she does that just so I can catch her, and then sometimes I think she forgets I used to be in cross country and swim. But I didn't get up quick enough because she was already in her room. Uploading the video.
Shit!
