The Last Train

Ria

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My name is Ria, and I wanted to tell my story. The love, the hurt, and the refinding of myself that led me to who I am today. This is the beginning....
With the wind blowing through my hair, and the rain on my face, I walked towards him. When I reached him, he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me passionately. I put my hand on his shoulder, when I heard the noise, it was a slight roaring sound. I thought it was just the highway nearby, and then I saw the train, fast approaching. Attempting to climb on top of the old broken trains beside us, he helped me up. That was moments before I watched the train take his life. That's how I lost the first love of my life.
It's a new year now. I have rebounded. Had so many rebound relationships it for hard to count. But I kept a record of each in the journal Mathew gave me on my birthday last year. It's the last memory I hold onto of him. Mathews death taught me how short life is, and so I came out as bisexual, and have got a lot of hate because of that. But because I took that step, I have a new love now. Her name is Liz and it's a considerably serious relationship, at least to me. But college takes a number of tolls on love. Every spin of the bottle, every seven minutes, every truth, or dare.
Liz and I have been a couple for a steady 6 months now, and as the first semester of college is coming to an end, more parties are happening. The last one I went to ended in four of the guys basically being strippers, and two of the girls "making out" for many minutes over their seven in heaven, but I am quite frankly used to it. Liz and I usually go somewhere on break, but this year, we are staying and living our lives as normal, which is the most exciting part. Just to be normal and not, too worried about coming back to school. It will be a relief.