Second Chances

     Highschool, a place where I can learn about every other subject, besides stars; which is what my parents constantly discourse about with one another. Highschool is also a place where people tend to make mistakes and, usually, are given second chances. This takes the biggest role of my love story. My "love story" is kind of like an aspect; aspect meaning when we work together it's like a creation of a new galaxy, but when we argue it feels like a star in our galaxy just died. Damion Dame is the only person in my life that doesn't know about a single star. 

     Now I will inform you about my previous relationship with Damion Dame. Damion and I went out for only a month, during sophmore year. Before our relationship he had dated one other girl. I have been in many relationships before, but I never took them seriously. Damion introduced me to a new type of nebula. Let me translate that, he basically showed me a whole new way of living life. I no longer had to look up to the sky to find something bright in my life. When I was with him I felt like my happiness could outshine any stars in the solar system... Wait, you're not thinking that he showed me drugs right? The only thing that he ever showed me was that there was something out there worth more than loving stars. 

     I like to consider myself an open book. I've never had trouble with sharing my feelings, and thoughts, with others. Damion, however, was the complete opposite. He got into the habit of keeping his emotions locked up inside of him. That habit is what caused our relationship to end in the near future. Whenever I talked to him I poured my heart and soul into any topic we talked about; but, he never seemed to dive deep into the conversation. It was as if he merely existed, he was there physically but not mentally. Don't get me wrong, he was amazing to be in a relationship with. He was kind, caring, and always seemed to be there for me, but he kept his reasons as to why he doesn't open a secret from me. I felt like I coudn't be with someone that didn't trust me as much as I had trusted them. 

     I first noticed his "bad habit" when I told him that I was taught to only care about everything outside of our ozone layer. I would ask him questions about his personal life and he would respond to me with short sentences, as if I was just some form of acquaintance. This was strike one. Slowly, but surely, the responses became shorter and shorter; strike two. A few days after I ended our relationship with him, strike three occurred. He told me that my questions were just a form of creating conversations. Now I can see he has changed, and I wonder...

  Should I give him a second chance?