A couple with a planned future, facing problems unimaginable, at the age of 13. It was May, when love as Skyler knew it happened. With no care in the world for anything but her boyfriend, clueless of what happens next, she was in for a really big s...
Honestly, I was going to break up with Edgar at this point. There was just, nothing we could do. It was such precious love too, but we loved each other in the wrong place and at the wrong time. I was sure of breaking up with him, but, again, I loved him. So I intended to hold back at times. I just couldn't do it, it broke my heart, he was my world and I felt as if it was all crumbling down. Just thinking about it, everything. I then decided not to break up with him, I refused to.
We talked over summer vacation. Except there was one little problem that just made everything worse. He texted me saying how, he had to leave for a month. Something about going to Guatemala. I soon froze, I couldn't type, I couldn't do anything. I think he knew that, as he continued sending me messages while... I just stared at my phone screen in shock. He said it would only be for a month, as I thought to myself ''ONLY!?!?'' I couldn't even survive without him for a day, and he expects me to be okay while he's gone for a month !! and to top it all off, there was no connection in Guatemala so that mean't I couldn't even text or call him, FOR AN ENTIRE MONTH!! Tears ran down my face, I already knew that this summer was going to be horrible.
Why is this happening, I ask God, everything is becoming worse and worse. I started to burst out crying my life away. As I thought, what if this is some type of sign, IT HAS TO BE !! That's it, it's exactly what it is. A sign, from God, from love, It just wasn't mean't to be . But I refused it, I fought til I had no more strength in me, life throws hard punches, but as it would hit me, I sucked it all up. I tried becoming stronger, telling myself I can do it, I just wouldn't quit. Til soon at a point, I gave out eventually.
He told me he would leave on June 25th, five days before his birthday. I wanted to tell him Happy birthday when the time came, and I couldn't even do that. That month I pretty much talked to him as much as possible, every second, every minute, every hour, every day. I was crazy, I really was. I loved him so much. I didn't want him to go, ever.
I knew I couldn't do anything about it, so I tried to be positive and tell myself that this is good, for both of us. It shows that we can live without each other and don't have to talk ALL the time or be with each other ALL the time. Plus I thought to myself that it would be good practice for the future. Since we would have to work, it means we couldn't see or talk to each other for hours. So I thought of it as practice. Something good, but was it really?
So for a whole month, I sent him text messages day and night, even if he couldn't see them. I remember that month I would cry myself to sleep, I remember grabbing my pillows shaping it into a person to pretend he was by my side. I remember sending pictures of myself to him to see that I was ''Okay''. I would count down the days for him for when he would finally return home. For a month, communication was cut off, but my heart, my love for him, it never went away, every battle that countered me I would over come. Again you can judge me, call me crazy, most do, but I think it's because they've never experienced ''true love''.
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As time passed, Edgar finally came back to Chicago. It was 2:00 in the morning I remember. He texted me right when I had knocked out from the constant tears flowing down my face. I cried rivers for him. As the next day, I had checked my phone, just to see his message. On how he got home and stuff. As I sent him paragraphs on how I missed him. Although I sent him a text every day even when he wouldn't see it.
