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Time: Freshmen Year  in High school

Daniel Lincoln 

Kayla and I sat in my room. The atmosphere was tense and daunting. We had been fighting for an hour at this point about something that I couldn't even remember at the time. She stood in front of me pacing as she always did when she was anxious. Her hair falling perfectly past her shoulders. One of her hands was wrapped around her small waist while the other she chewed on the thumbnail in-between thoughts. "Daniel, are you even listening? Stop staring at me and say something!" I was drawn out of my thoughts and my dark emerald eyes meet with her soft sweet brown eyes. Her face was red and her check showed evidence of tears. "Kayla... we've been fighting for almost an hour now and to be quite honest I can't even remember what about. I think we just need to breathe and take a break and come back tot his later." I tried saying with all the patience I had left. I looked around my room and then back at her soft brown eyes. Her eyes began to form tears the reason why, well I had no idea. "Daniel, are you serious!? You don't even know why we're arguing..." Her eyes had dropped and tears began to stream at a steady pace now. "Kayla, of course I know what we're arguing about, but I don't know why we're still arguing." Kayla looked up at me, her face didn't look sad anymore, in fact her face was red with anger. Her tears stopped and he hand clenched up by her side. "Daniel, I can't do this anymore. I can't stand her and tell you how I am feeling just for you not to even hear me or see the reason..." Her voice got quiet and she paused. She took a deep breath and tucked her hair behind her ears. She looked at me in my eyes, all softness had left. The only thing left was anger and heart. "Daniel... we need to break up... I can't keep talking to a brick wall and fighting these problems by myself..." With those words she searched my eyes and then examined my face. I was stunned, I didn't even know what to say to that. And then all of the sudden words flew from my mouth, words I didn't even mean. "I think we should have been done a long time ago." She looked at me hurt. I looked as her small Fram turned away from me and left through my bedroom door. That was four years ago. That was when I was a freshmen in high school and nothing made sense in my world. That was when I had no idea what love was or how to handle a relationship. That was when I lost a love that should have lasted a life time. Now I'm a freshmen in college, I had decided for my second semester of my freshmen year I would transfer to the University of Florida. I needed tog et out of Virginia, that state that broke me more than once. I needed something new. I needed to start over. 

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