When we love someone, it's either a hit or miss. They either love you back or they crush your heart. But what if you're left in the middle? What if your somewhere between, "Well, he might like me." and "He treats me like the gum under his shoe." I believe the middle is the worst spot to be stuck in, but it's ultimately where I stood. For six long years, I loved someone who I thought would be my knight in shining armor. Someone who would spend countless hours in my dreams and be the subject of all my horrible poetry. He consumed my world.
This story was written in order to relieve me of my pain. Right now, in 2016, he's but a thing of the past. My stomach no longer flutters at the sound of his name. When I walk by his house, I no longer feel like stealing a glance. Maturity has made me realize how childish and hopeless my love for him was. But no matter how much I say I don't care, without the experience I wouldn't be the person I am today. My mind set wouldn't be what it is. So no matter how much I hate what he put me through when I was younger, I have to thank him.
Now, enjoy my depressing, pathetic story of my first love or what I thought was love.
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I Will Never Forget Him
Non-FictionTo some, loving someone for six years may seem like a romantic dream come true. But when that love is only one-sided, things can get depressing. This isn't a Romeo & Juliet story or a Cinderella fairy tale; it shows the struggle of being a teenager...
