Hearts Intertwined

Chapter 27: "END SCENE"

 '...but I skipped ahead just in time.' --

"Seriously, Brooke? This is the the kind of 'story' I'd be interested in to you?" I ask shaking my head and laughing at her attempt to inthrall me with an "exotic love story".

"What? You know I'm always just giving you recommendations, it's never meant with ill intent." Brooke responds cheekily.

Hi, let's start again. 

My name is Amber and that whole first part was some fantasy story that was recommended by a friend. 

We all know a real love story isn't one just found, or one that happens in a matter of a week. 

Brooke is someone I guess you would consider as a "life long" friend, one you truly would consider as the best friend type. My high school best friend was a boy, and Brooke? Well, she was my first love's little sister.

No, this wasn't a "love story" where I loved her older brother while her and I were besties. No, it was that kind of best friend story where we happen to meet in an odd way, and then a couple years later, not recognizing the relationship of plausibility, I ended up friends with her older brother his and I's freshmen year of high school. We ended up in theatre together, second period. 

I fell for him before her and I ever truly knew the bond we would later have. It was coincidental that it was her older brother, it was also coincidental that my first friend that freshmen year would end up hating me, even years later, over that older brother.

But this story also isn't exactly a love story about her. This is a love story that happens to continue to unfold even as we speak, or I guess more so as you read. 

That brother's name is Kota. Just Kota. And yes, he is key to this story because, well, all love stories have a first love. Some form of a past, present, and future 'love'.

See, Kota helped shape my relate of what love is, and it was deeper than I thought it could bloom  into. 

But let me give you some perspective, as well as, allowing me to stop getting ahead of myself.

Kota was the perfect "bad boy" type, but he was also the boy just trying to find his own type of love in a world where his own definition of love was constructed from a broken example provided by society and broken home lives. That's plural because in some form or fashion, all of the relationship that Kota had seen lead him to believe that love wasn't real, irony this will be.

I fell for him before I even knew how to describe what made me think of him in correlation to love. He had asked me out for the first time on February 9th, and for me that day, or event of him and I, turned into a relapse for years to come, little did I know. 

I guess, I had jumped the gun, and told him I loved him "too early" during that first 9 months, the first attempt at our tragic romance/ love story. I say I jumped the gun because for him it wasn't real yet, and sadly I don't know if my love for him was ever real to him. Some may say now that it had become real to him in more recent or present times, but others would probably say otherwise.

His family always said I was the one and he needed to stop chasing after the girl that treated him the same, illy, but we all know how that perspective of the tragic love story goes, She was the one for him, not me. That first attempt at our relationship freshmen year lead to him leaving me for her and as we all know I was shattered, as any other 15 year old girl would be over their first love. I turned to one of his best friends to find out what was really going on with him, as to which I then found out he was still stuck on what I guess was his first love. Her name was Tess.