Post by MeBeLizzi on Apr 16, 2014 21:50:07 GMT -5
Okay, so I feel like dishing all the great cheesy details of my "first love".
So his name was Forrest. We met on a day that I had been planning to end my life. Stupid, right?
I was in classx and someone told me to go kill myself. Little did they know, I'd had the pills in my backpack and had planned on taking them before going to my favorite hiding place at the park. I got up and left the room, trying not to cey, and he saw me. He was like "You can't cry, it messes up your smile" and I just kinda stared at him, like who is this kid?
We started talking that day, and we just had this instant connection. He became my best friwnd and my lifeline. When I was sad, I didn't even have to say anything, he would just know. He held me countless times when I cried. We laughed, played WOW and BlackOps in his bedroom. When I found a stray kitten in my back yard, he let me keep her at his place. We were best friends.
So that went on for a year. Then my sophomore year, I was like "hey, he's not even that bad looking". I started getting those stupid butterflies in my tummy around him, and bla bla bla.
We started unofficially dating. We had boundaries. He knew about my past, so we didn't even try to do anything more than hold hands until we had been together for 6 months. Then at snowcoming (winter formal/homecoming dance) we told our friends we were together. Now, I wasn't hanging with the best crowd, keep that in mind.
The next day, he walked me to class as always, and then right before he turned to leave, he tried to kiss me and I panicked, and turned my head so he kissed my cheek. He brushed it off like it was no big deal, but I knew I hurt his ego.
The day after, he broke up with me. He said he wasnt ready for a relationship.
Lo and behold, a few weeks later, he began dating the stupid b**ch he'swith today. That was 2 years ago.
Heres where it gets interesting!
We decided to stay friends. Yeah, im an idiot. His girlfriend didnt like tHat though, and once my grandpa passed away, and I was back from the hospital (where he calledme eevery day, like a true bestfriend would), she decided to make my life living hell. I ignored her all the rest of my junior year.
Senior year started this past September, and his girlfriend said something that I didn't deserve to hear. I told him, "you choose. Me, who you've known for years, or this b**ch who hates my guts. One or the other."
Aaand guess which one he picked?
Tada, my crappy first love.
So his name was Forrest. We met on a day that I had been planning to end my life. Stupid, right?
I was in classx and someone told me to go kill myself. Little did they know, I'd had the pills in my backpack and had planned on taking them before going to my favorite hiding place at the park. I got up and left the room, trying not to cey, and he saw me. He was like "You can't cry, it messes up your smile" and I just kinda stared at him, like who is this kid?
We started talking that day, and we just had this instant connection. He became my best friwnd and my lifeline. When I was sad, I didn't even have to say anything, he would just know. He held me countless times when I cried. We laughed, played WOW and BlackOps in his bedroom. When I found a stray kitten in my back yard, he let me keep her at his place. We were best friends.
So that went on for a year. Then my sophomore year, I was like "hey, he's not even that bad looking". I started getting those stupid butterflies in my tummy around him, and bla bla bla.
We started unofficially dating. We had boundaries. He knew about my past, so we didn't even try to do anything more than hold hands until we had been together for 6 months. Then at snowcoming (winter formal/homecoming dance) we told our friends we were together. Now, I wasn't hanging with the best crowd, keep that in mind.
The next day, he walked me to class as always, and then right before he turned to leave, he tried to kiss me and I panicked, and turned my head so he kissed my cheek. He brushed it off like it was no big deal, but I knew I hurt his ego.
The day after, he broke up with me. He said he wasnt ready for a relationship.
Lo and behold, a few weeks later, he began dating the stupid b**ch he'swith today. That was 2 years ago.
Heres where it gets interesting!
We decided to stay friends. Yeah, im an idiot. His girlfriend didnt like tHat though, and once my grandpa passed away, and I was back from the hospital (where he calledme eevery day, like a true bestfriend would), she decided to make my life living hell. I ignored her all the rest of my junior year.
Senior year started this past September, and his girlfriend said something that I didn't deserve to hear. I told him, "you choose. Me, who you've known for years, or this b**ch who hates my guts. One or the other."
Aaand guess which one he picked?
Tada, my crappy first love.
