People don't want you to be happy. Especially in Highschool. They feed off of your unhappiness. So they did everything they could to keep us apart and eventually they succeeded. The rumors consumed me and I was foolish enough to believe them. I didn't talk to him for the following three months. Looking back at it, I deeply regret this decision. I regret not believing him. I regret loosing this precious time with him. Because back then he was always there for me. He helped me with everything I needed help with. He even fixed my kitchen once, when we were 16, because I was so scared of my moms reaction.
A lot happened during these three months. He started walking to the next bus stop every morning, to give me my personal space. To give me space and time to heal, get over it and forgive him.
During these three months he slowly started getting over me. He slowly started giving up. And he slowly started getting to know other girls. Other girls who returned the affection he gave them.
But at the same time I finally started realizing. I started to understand. But a month into our argument he dropped out of school. He left me behind. And that's when I noticed, when I understood and accepted my feelings for him. That was April 2022.
YOU ARE READING
Until fate did us part
Romancethis story is my own Its a short story about a boy who loved me This story was written in my notes as a way to cope but I decided to share it with you, because I have no one to talk to anyways Its very short and not very detailed but I hope you stil...
