Healing Broken Wounds.

Part 1 : My First Love.

I was 13. Young and beautiful I would always tell myself;although deep down inside me I felt ugly. My overprotective mother forbidden me from Facebook for the past three years and as it was that I would have been starting high school in September, I decided it was time to pop the question up once again. I walked hesitantly into her room crossing my fingers behind me and asked.

"Hey mum, what's going on?"

"Nothing much just trying to get some work done."

"Okay"

"Yeah"

"Um...I've been meaning to ask you something for quite a while now.."

"What is it dear?"

"Is it okay that I join Facebook now? All my friends are on it and I'm the only one who's not and It'll be a good source of communication, don't ya think?"

"um...well.."

"Come on mum..pleaseeee..!!!!"

"Well, you are officially a teen now and you're starting high school soon so why not, I guess."

"Yay! Thanks mum, you're the best," I said, as I ran off to begin creating my account. It wasn't to long before I was done creating my account and adding my friends and family when a special someone popped up in my suggested friends list. It was him. The boy I was soon to fall ever so deeply in love with. I added him with second thoughts, wondering if he had remembered me after all these years. I had known him as a child and I grew very fond of him. He was the best friend of my brother and my mother considered him as family (since he spent a lot of time at our home). Nevertheless, I decided on sending him a friend request and not to long after he added me.

Surprisingly, he had not forgotten such a pretty face, and the beginning of what seemed to be a great friendship had begun. We talked everyday and all evening, until mum would complain about me spending to much time on my computer. One day, he finally grew the nerve to ask me to be in a relationship with him. Though I wanted to say yes so badly, I couldn't. I knew my father would turn into a raging bull and I knew my mother would not approve so, I decided not to turn down his offer, instead I told him to give me sometime to gather my thoughts about the situation. 

A few days later, I addressed him and agreed to be his official girlfriend. Being with him made me feel like I was on top of the world. I always felt loved and cared for, he made me feel special and my heart couldn't get enough of him and his love for me. Everyone said that things wouldn't last because we were young but as the months passed by we seemed to be proving them all wrong. As time went by I found myself falling more and more in love with him until he became an obsession. I felt as though I couldn't live without him. He was everything I ever dreamed of; tall, bright brown eyes, a smile I couldn't resist, all the humor in the world, intelligent and out of all he understands me better than anyone. I felt so blessed to have him in my life.