Wednesday, January 20, 2016 1:39 PM by Nacano
Hello. I'm not a writer. Never will be. But I want to write this story. This story is about my ex-boyfriend. Someone I loved. Someone I sacrificed a lot for. I thought he was the best thing that ever happened to me. Maybe he still is. Because I did learn alot from him.
So here goes. I was in middle school when I met him. He was a senior. We were from different schools, but we occasionally met. We were in love. He was my second but more of my first love cause I shared everything with him. Everytime I saw him I get butterflies. He wasn't the cutest or anything but he was mine. And I absolutely adored him. He had issues. I had some too. But we always managed to get around them. We met through a mutual friend. And started talking on the phone. Then after a few weeks we dated. After a month we broke up because of some lame reason in which he even got back with his ex. After exactly another month, we then talked again and feelings came back and we got back. This time we lasted for atleast a few months. We had loads of fights and we had loads of beautiful, crazy, cliché kind of shit. i loved him he loved me. We did things. Alot of things. Some I'm which I wish I didn't. But can't help the past, so might as well move on. So anyways. That was us. So all that happened around June to December. He started acted different. More distant. I was sad, I was heart broken he wouldn't talk to me. And I felt like exploding various times. I just wanted him back so bad. New year came and I drank a few sips of beer that was around as we had a party at home. I'm not a drinker but I needed it. I wasn't thinking and as that was the first time it hit me hard. And there was a guy. He was my bestfriend. But I've always took him as family as we lived close and he was invited by my mother. I told him everything that was going on. And he listened. I kept hitting on the drinks and before I knew it. Me and him were making out. I kept pushing him away but I couldn't. It felt just as good. So then I stopped. And things became worst from then on. I didn't tell him what happened. But after about a month. Before valentines day. Karma bit me in the ass. Turns out he too was cheating on me all along. With my bestfriend from school. I was depressed I was devastated. It took me exactly a year to get over it. School became tough and I lost both my bestfriend and the guy who I thought was the love of my life. The troubles I went through for him with my parents all seemed useless. Me and my bestfriend never talked about that night ever. And everything went by a blur. I moved on. He ended up dating my bestfriend and I ended up supporting them. Even though they aren't there anymore. But somehow, all that pain was worth a lot of the things I have now. It taught me a lot. And now I'm a senior. Looking back. I laugh thinking about the stupid tantrums I had and the pain I went through. But I guess that's how we should grow up. Heart breaks can sucks but cheating should never be the answer.