Dear Omar;

Poems of a teenager that strayed off the garden path of the boundaries of friends with benefits.
UPDATE!!
I wrote a lot of these(most of these) poems when I was in a really dark place. It took me a long time to get out of there and find a source of light that was healthy- but I found it, and I am so (so, so, so) happy to be in the presence of whoever might be reading this, and I'm even happy to be in my own presence (which is something I have been struggling with for many years). It took me almost 6 months to get over my first love, which is the person I write about here. I am also happy to say that me and that person are slowing mending wounds and our friendship is going through a healing process. We are both living our best lives, even though we don't hold the same place in each other's lives that we held before. I can't believe that things turned out for the better, a couple months ago I was fucking terrified that our relationship would never be the same, and that I would lose my best friend.

Many adults(mainly talking about 30+) view teenage relationships by means of their own experiences, which is why a lot of teenagers feel ashamed after breakups. But as being under 18 you haven't even lived half of the experiences that adults have that have shaped their mindsets into becoming more mature. Teenagers have barely experienced anything compared to adults, so relationships in high school and college(obvi you aren't teens but it applies) are extremely emotional. In moments of extreme emotion(emotions derived from my perspective of our relationship) I tried to kill myself.

If you skipped all of that or if you read all of it; your emotions are valid. Your feelings are valid. Your experiences are valid. We grow from it all, even when it's unbearable and you don't want to hold on, trust that you will grow from that moment, you will heal.