A Broken Heart Can Be Mend In Many Ways

Start Over

The summer was good and holidays came right when I needed them. I went to the French Riviera during one week with Jérémy and three other friends –Marjorie, Marc and Lucie. The sun was bright, the water warm and life was good. I forgot every problem I had back home while we were there and it felt great to be relieved from all this dead weight. And Morgane was about the deadest.

I was, however, relieved to go back home a rest for a few days. Indeed, I sleep A LOT. Too much for some. I can sometimes sleep for 13 hours straight if I am really tired, wake up, eat and go back to sleep. But when you live a week with four other people, and two of them in your room, you cannot sleep as much as you'd desire to. I needed rest and I got it. After this resting period, I was able anew to go back to civilization and hang out with my friends. The thing is that we were to go back to high school two weeks after and I would be confronted to Morgane again. And I was in no way ready for that...

I had no choice over that though and seeing her face every day in the hallway was like being constantly stabbed. I would eventually get over that, move on, fall in love once again. Because someone very wise once told me that "though most teenagers don't believe it, [we'll] fall in love again and again. It is not a one-time thing. And it might be as wonderful and as powerful and maybe just as painful as the first time. But you know what? It will be worth it." And she was right. I decided to focus on my courses and on my relationship with my friends. I remember thinking that if anything were meant to happen, it would happen anyway.

Jérémy, Marjorie and most of my friends from the previous year were in my class therefore I was happy. Plus, I was able to start taking drama classes and it was probably one of the best decisions I've made so far.

But even though I was very excited for drama classes to start, I was extremely nervous because I had been on my own nearly all my life and I was really afraid to open up to people. Yet it was this fear that encouraged me to do it, to achieve a goal and to socialize. And so I went to the first class. All classes and levels were mixed. I ended up in a group were I didn't know anyone. I was relieved when I saw Morgane had not been dispatched with me. It would have been unnecessary pain and would probably have been a brake to my new found will to build new relationships.

We were 12 if I remember well, approximately all of the same age. I did a quick analyse of the group. Three girls stayed together almost as if glued together, they were laughing a lot and one of them had a laugh so loud, so clear, and so generous that it felt like a ray of sunshine piercing through the clouds. Three boys were there too and I could tell that they knew each other though they did not talk that much. One of them, an Asian, seemed quite friendly and tried to talk to the girls. That's is when I realised we were all shy. I later learnt that they were in the same class and that was why the boy had tried to talk to them. We had quite a lot of fun and I managed to memorize some of their names. Michael, Téo, Gwendoline and Cassandra. I, however, did not know back then how important they would become for me.

I was awaiting the next drama class with an unusual impatience. Unusual? Yes, because it was rather rare for me to be impatient to be with other human beings. I guess this kind of this aren't unalterable right?!

~ Eli G.