And so that's it. Not the conclusion of my story but the end of this one. Not the ending you were hoping for? No, me either. But that's the way life is. If we always got everything that we wanted then would there really be a point in living? Would we ever really learn any lessons? I seriously doubt it.
When I first started writing this diary thing, I said that I hated clichés but what I've discovered on this particular journey, is that they don't really exist. They're all in our heads and something will only be a cliché if you let it. I'm sure I could have come up with some sort of cliché to describe my story with Jason but I'm not going to. Sure, I got my heart broken, but not by the bad boy. If anything, I got my heart broken by the good guy. Someone who was actually too nice to hurt me and tell me straight that nothing was ever going to happen. Oh, the irony.
I still saw Jason after he and Caitlin became a couple. He did live across the hall from me after all. He was always friendly towards me and so was she on the occasions where I bumped into her coming and going from his apartment. There were plenty of sickeningly loved-up Facebook posts of the two of them that I had to deal with but I couldn't begrudge them that. They both deserved to be happy and I was glad that I'd had at least a minor hand in that.
Jason even got me a birthday present when it came around a month later. The complete DVD collection of The Hunger Games. After everything, he still remembered. I probably smiled a little too much upon opening that one.
What would be cliché is if I said that I'd always love him, never forget him and be forever changed by him.
Maybe a part of that is true but again, I doubt it. Life isn't defined by one moment or one person. It's defined by how you deal with those things and put them behind you when the time comes.
I knew as soon as Jason and Caitlin had had their second date that I no longer had any shot with him. Ever. But that's ok because I know from being around Jason that sometimes, even when everything seems to have gone wrong and you're almost at the point of giving up, that's when you meet that one person, or have that one moment where everything changes.
I will get my Jason one day. Of that I'm certain.
And if that sounds like a cliché, I really don't care.
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The Million Mile Hallway
Teen FictionTwenty-Five year old Jason is finally free, having bought his first apartment and moved out of his parents home. He quickly strikes up a friendship with his new neighbours, more specifically their sixteen year old daughter Louise. But when Louise de...
