Your first love will always leave a scar. That is my advice for all of you. If you want to fall in love, be ready for it to end. I wasn't.
We were together for approximately 3 weeks, after a about a year and a half of my liking him. He broke up with me over text while I was at the beach. I didn't cry.
A week later, there was a picture posted on his Instagram. Of a girl. I can still remember the caption: "a new relationship that I hope will last a long time." That was when I cried. Sobbing, choking, I couldn't stop crying. Or liking him. I still like him.
I am in 7th grade. He is in 8th. We both do slam poetry. He texted me two nights ago, apologizing for plagiarizing in a poem we had written together. I forgave him. We then had a long conversation. I yet again explained my feelings. He sort-of explained his. Me liking him isn't over, I know that. I guess all I can do is wait for him to go to highschool.
Thank you. I will say your name now. You don't read these things. Nicolai, thank you for giving me the experience of my first heartbreak. Thanks for torturing me every single day. Well, just thanks. And, just so you know, that last paragraph, Nicolai? All sarcasm.
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My Manic Mind
No FicciónThis is the thoughts that go on in my head. Each chapter title is one topic of thoughts from my list. Yeah, I have a list. Read on if you want. If not, what should I care?
