A Sometimes Ending Love

A Sometimes Ending Love (Part One)

I had always thought high school relationships were stupid, but then I got caught up in one myself. I, of course, fell stupidly in love and based my whole life around him for the next three years of my life, because what else could I possibly want to do other than worship him for the rest of my existence? From the beginning of my freshman year to the end of my junior year, he was my world.

The sad thing was is he was a really great guy. We had been the best of friends up until high school started. Then, we became more than friends, and it was bliss. We did everything together. He took me on the best dates, he was always a gentleman, and was never a jerk to me. When we fought, he was the first one to apologize. He never was late to pick me up or call me or whatever. He could always make me laugh and I could tell him about anything that was going on. Even the day before we broke up, we were laughing and play fighting and flirting. Nothing had seemed to change. In his head though, he must have realized that today would be our last happy day together. I wonder if he actually had it planned out, as he teased me and kissed me.

I mean, the next day he came up to me and told me we were done. He said he never really loved me and that he just needed to keep up his image. He said he didn’t want me to bring him down his senior year and that I was just an annoying little girl to him and that he never wanted to see me again. With that, he walked away.

I was numb for the next three days. I didn’t talk, I barely ate, and scarcely slept. Continuous tears streamed down my face and absolutely no one could console me. After I allowed myself those three days of misery, however, I forced myself to pull myself together. I knew I couldn’t wallow in my depression for the rest of my life, so I had to get out there. I wrote to my aunt and requested to stay with her for the summer at her beach house in California. She assured me they would be happy to have me, and I was determined to recover.

Two months with my cousins and their friends was good treatment. When it comes to heartbreak, you can’t eat enough chocolate, you can’t watch enough chick flicks, and you can’t do enough shopping. I had a strong dose of those elements, and along with many laughs and late nights, I began to pull through. The thought of going back home, though, and enduring my last year of high school with him in the same exact building was extraordinarily painful. Of course, coming from a small town, I’m sure everyone will have been informed of our breakup by the time I get back and I won’t hear enough about it. Eventually a new “scandal” will come up and our long-term, cutest-couple-award-winning relationship will quickly be forgotten- by the majority of the school’s population, at least.

As stupid as high school relationships are, I just don’t think I’ll be forgetting this one anytime soon. Forgetting and moving on are easier then they sound, take it from someone who knows.