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I gave you my heart. (A. Banks)

Growing up in Minnesota, hockey was more than just a sport. It was a way of life. So when my dad, Coach Bombay, decided to start a new team, I knew I had to be a part of it. And that's how I found myself playing for the Ducks.

But it wasn't until Adam Banks joined our team that things really started to change. Adam had always been a great player, but when he switched from the Hawks to the Ducks, he was like a fish out of water. He didn't know anyone, and everyone knew him on the team for being a bully with the Hawks, but I saw right through him. Seeing he was a good guy.

I was the first one to reach out to him. I could tell he was feeling lost and out of place, so I made it my mission to make him feel welcome. We started talking more and more, and before we knew it, we were dating.

Fast forward two years, and we both got a scholarship to Eden Hall Academy. It was a dream come true, but it also meant that we would be apart. I was on the JV team, and Adam was on the varsity team. We had less time together, and it seemed like the varsity team didn't like us much. But we tried to make it work.

One day, when we finally got a chance to hang out, Adam broke up with me. "I'm sorry, but I just don't think we can make this work anymore," he said. "We hardly see each other, and it's not fair to either of us to keep trying."

I felt my heart break into a million pieces. "I gave my heart to you, Adam," I said, tears streaming down my face. "I thought we had something special."

He looked at me sadly. "We did, but sometimes things just don't work out."

Julie and Connie heard our conversation and rushed into my dorm room to comfort me after he left. They hugged me tightly and told me that everything would be okay.

"He's not worth your tears," Julie said. "You deserve someone who will make time for you."

But in that moment, it didn't feel like it would be okay. I had given my heart to Adam, and he had broken it into pieces. I couldn't help but wonder if things could have been different if we had just tried harder.

The next few days were tough. I saw Adam at practice, but we didn't talk much. It was like we were strangers again. But eventually, things started to get better. I realized that I had great friends who cared about me, and that I didn't need a boyfriend to be happy.

And who knows? Maybe someday Adam and I will find our way back to each other. But for now, I was content to focus on my hockey and my friendships, and to let my heart heal.