A short story meant to give an image to the reader. (This is based off my own life) |
I've always been afraid of love, I wasn't very used to good relationships. They mostly ended up in me being heartbroken or I got pity dated. The most recent breakup I had fallen head over heels for this girl. Even though I thought you didn't like me at first. I wasn't in the best of mindsets due to a lot of family problems, though I mostly ran to a quick fix for those. Normally being high all the time during school, it was an easy fix. Which is why I fell for you. You were a year younger and pretty damn hot. I had found out you had been selling edibles and figured we could both split one. Our first sweet memory was getting high together and laughing it off in the big bathroom stall in the back. Not long after we had started dating. It was a nice change since I was used to dating guys all the time. Until you started ignoring me and giving me little to no attention. You even started to call me a "bad influence" yet you did more drugs then I ever had. It confused me if I'm being honest. All to be told that you dated me for pity. Just because you were worried about my mental health. Though you did fall in love with me during it? What a fucking lie and after all of that accuse me of cheating on you? When it turns out you cheated on me four times? So we both agreed to break up and go our own ways. I left upset to my best friend at the time. Little did I know he had a crush on me for two years. We had met in health class during our early high school years and had been best friends since. I hadn't noticed myself but I was falling for him. I had fallen harder during our free period, when we sat doing prank calls and eating goldfish. Not even a month after he had asked me out, I didn't know what to say at first. I was both confused and excited. I couldn't make up in my own words that he also liked me. I had given a short reply after a few minutes. "Of course" Which looking back on I should of done a lot sooner. We both went on our first date the weekend after. He bought me an adorable plague doctor stuffed animal at the mall. I kept it even a year and an half later. We had a lot in common, we both were into gaming, skateboarding, and music. He treated me like a queen, always putting me first, making sure I was comfortable. He made me feel safe and loved. A way I had never been treated before. It opened up my eyes, showing how stupid I was to let myself be treated like I wasn't even a person. He's the reason I've stopped smoking. He's my savior, the reason I'm still here to this day. He's my world and I can't be thankful enough for him. |