Day Two- Your First Love: In Great Detail.

My oh my. This should be fun.

 

First loves aren’t supposed to last. Right? I mean they are all pretty much doomed from the beginning. Mine was no different. I think about it on a regular basis. What went wrong. You know, stupid girl stuff. And that sounds really weird, but the friendship that started said doomed relationship hasn’t been the same since. And I regret that. Well lets see. It all started in the Eighth grade. We didn’t date then, but that is when we became friends. Then we were really good friends. Then best friends. I could tell him anything, and we would talk about absolutely nothing. He could make me laugh for hours. When we first started dating, I actually can’t recall if this was Freshman or Sophomore year, I was stupid. I let High School drama ruin a good thing. I treated him like crap because I knew he would still be there. I feel horrible about that now. Because one day he wasn’t there anymore. I never let him know how happy he made me, and then I let other people influence my decisions. I was an absolute jerk, and I believe he had every right to never talk to me again. I thought I had known what I wanted. I was wrong. Almost a year after that, we dated again. Let’s just leave it at things didn’t work out. About a week ago, almost two years later, I finally told him what happened and why I made possibly one of the worst decisions in my life. And this all makes me sound like a really naive teenager. But I don’t think I am. I really valued that friendship more than anything. And I royally screwed it up. It’s not so much that I lost him as a boyfriend, but as a best friend. I say a lot in my blogs that no one really knows me. He very well might have been the only one that really did. I learned a lot about myself throughout all of that. And for that I am grateful. Now I re-read everything I just typed and am more than tempted not to post this for fear that he in fact will read it. I realize I didn’t actually go into great detail, bite me.

Peace

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