I know you miss him, you think about him everyday, he’s hiding in every corner of your mind so no matter how hard you try he always comes back into your thoughts. It’s hard I know, its been months since the last time you guys have talked… You said “goodnight nerdy slut xP” messing around like you guys always have, two weeks went by until he actually read it, sad how you kept checking and checking to see if he read it, or if he was typing, and worst of all praying that he actually responded and you just happened to miss the text...but that was never the result was it? To this day you still have your guys’ last conversation, at the bottom of them all, you still go back at least once a week and check if there’s any chance that he’s typing, he …show more content…
You posted a post about him as a dare… took one of his old photos from his instagram… made things worse...seeing him yet not talking. But you overcame that..for the time being. You took a photo of a trash can from the internet and made a collage, you weren’t sure if you were actually going to go through it or not, your brain was saying fuck him he ruined you, he deserves this! Your heart on the hand, was telling you not to, that you were just hurt, you don’t feel this way about him, you’re gonna regret. You should’ve listened… everyone was convincing you to post it, you could say you were pressured, thought people would’ve thought you were a little cooler. You never wanted to hurt him though, if he even remembered you or still had feelings for you at all, you didn’t want this to ruin anything more than it already was. You go on his page take one last look...and block him, that way he can’t see what you did, You were heart broken, you didn’t know what to do, you were blinded. Finally you posted it… “ #throwbackthursday the one on the left is cuter” that was the trash can… you knew that was such a lie. You felt happy about yourself, why? what did you accomplish? showing people that you are disrespectful? that you talk shit about people? This wasn’t just a stupid picture. You believed that if you could do this, if you could post this and have everyone see it,
Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.
I had… messed up, while spending a week in London (skinny, double d’s, great backside, and… well she wore makeup) and he thought that in the aftermath of this it would be a great time to prey on my girlfriend’s emotional vulnerability. Now, this betrayal was especially shocking given the friendly and innocent façade that this particular friend always put on. People would equivocate hitting him to hitting a puppy. Well, this puppy had a mean streak. Fortunately for him, I was six years the wiser, and I realized that physical violence probably wasn’t the best way to solve my problems. I thought back, and while the situation with Evan worked out okay, it could have ended very badly for all involved. Thankfully, I had the maturity to let things go. I had made a mistake, but punching my friend and losing a friendship wasn’t going to undo what I had
On October 13th, 2013 I met the man of my dreams his name is Justin Fever, and he forever changed my life. I knew him in high school, he was the quiet guy and I was the popular gal. We actually went to the same college, and he sent me “DMs” and always Tweeted Me. His messages stated, ….. In college we didn’t have any classes, but he asked me out for dinner, and I said yeah, sure. We met for dinner at Sparrows Tavern in New York, highly expensive, but scrumptious. He made a joke about us two having a thing for each other. I panicked, and said “no” casually, because history has taught me that only bad things happen from there. As I slowly walked to my car on the way home, I relived every moment of this magical evening. He could be my soul mate, I thought.
The next day I had heard Patrick was in the hospital overnight with alcohol poisoning. I was secretly glad, he deserved it. Normally, Patrick and I would figure out our plans together, but he didn’t text me at all that Saturday night. I had just assumed he was still feeling ill from that morning. At school the next Monday I didn’t see him all day until I was standing in the lunch line. He walked right past me and went all the way to the back to sit with the popular group. They laughed at him and called him “pukey” when he sat down. I got my lunch and decided to sit with my real friends that
At the start of my seventh and his ninth grade year we were the dynamic duo, and besides being in a different building during the day we were inseparable. We were together everyday after school, then one day in May close to the end of the school year he told me he was moving away to Illinois in two weeks and I was heartbroken. During the last two weeks we had together we were connected at the hip , only separating for the school day. When the night before he was leaving finally came, I got off the bus at his house and helped him pack up the last of his things. The next morning I went back to his house to say our final goodbyes, and it was the hardest goodbye that I have ever had to say. We hugged and cried and I watched him drive away for the very last time and my heart fell to the floor. After he left I sat in his driveway and I didn’t wanna move, I remembered every single
I really hoped that he could get over this and we could move on as friends. But nothing would prepare me for what he would do
So much can change within a few hours, we were just exchanging wishes of being with one another. Within that time something changed, I didn’t know if being with him was the right thing. In the moment I didn’t realize that I had been making a mistake.. I couldn’t take back what I had said and his mind was set. It was over, just like that. I immediately regret my idiotic decision, I’d lost the one person I could confide in. He gave me advice, helped me up when I was down, I loved him, he was my best friend. I had known him since the seventh grade and we were freshman in high school then. I felt like I knew him inside and out while he knew me the same way. I lost
In the fourth grade, I developed a crush on this guy whom I shall call N. It was an intense, but immature kind of love most often described as “puppy love” to many people. Being a shy, slightly overweight, and comically awkward fourth grader, I formed my first crush on a boy who would talk to me everyday and made me feel “special”. Of course, when fourth grade ended, the crush ended with the year and life continued on. The Earth was still spinning and I didn’t shed any tears. The following year, I found out N moved to a different elementary school and I thought nothing of it. I didn’t expect to see him again.
I started going onto my friend's accounts and seeing if I could find his profile, no luck there, so I tried friends of friends and then, I went from there and frantically looked a ton. I couldn’t help it, I thought I had a crush on this guy. I did so much research that night, that it finally paid off. I remembered that I picked up his name earlier, it was Noah, Noah Norton, from one of his friends who spoke with him. I was definitely stalking his entire profile to find out what he was like, and even to see if he had a girlfriend, but, he didn’t, I was very excited. But, then I thought about if I were to add him tonight, it would be even more awkward between us the next day, so I decided to wait until I got home from band
I sometimes wonder at night if He still thinks about me as much as I think about him. I wonder if he still remembers that day just as detailed as I do. Every year on my birthday I wish for the same thing every year. I want him back. All the love passion and protection. The hard work he put out definitely made me look back and appreciate him. My wish has yet to come true. Is he dead? He can’t be dead. I had so many plans to come back and call him dad again. The thought of him looking down on me makes me strive to do my best. He can’t be dead. My dreams of him one day coming to me and giving me a hug and holding me tight may not ever come true. Kisses on my forehead at night again. Tell me I’m gonna be something one day. Telling me I can do anything I put my mind
We all start life off with being dependent, relying on our mothers and fathers to care for us. But we all know that there will be a time in our lives again where we are no longer are able to be independent and care for ourselves. As we grow older and age defeats us, we once again rely on people around us to help us with the most simple of tasks. In the book Tuesdays with Morrie, Morrie Swartz used to joke with a student of his about that pretty soon someone was going to have to wipe his ass. Morrie knew that day was soon approaching as he was getting too weak and sick to do many things on his own. Morrie says someone wiping your bottom is the ultimate sign of dependency. Morrie had a unique way of viewing the process, saying he would enjoy
One Friday night around twelve in the morning I got on this chat line, where I met this guy named Justin. We talked on the chat line for a while telling each other about ourselves. Justin told me he was from Newnan,GA and that he drove limousines for celebrities. Him and I exchanged numbers and started chatting on a more personal level. I started off by telling him that I was eighteen years old and stayed in Greenville, GA. Knowing that I was lying about my age I didn’t even feel any remorse.He replied saying that he knew where Greenville was.Then he asked me; when we would meet each other. I told him I didn’t know and that’s when he insisted that we meet on Sunday. Not thinking, I told him I would see what I could do. At that moment,I knew
As I continued to read Blink, I came across a section in chapter 1 called The Secrets of the Bedroom. I instantly thought of intimacy that a couple share on an emotional and mental perspective like for example the secrets they share, the ones that hides it, the memories, “insight”, and other personality that they keep as a ‘morse code’ for their relationship to determine if their communication will be the downfall of them. I admit, I thought this more metaphorical than literal. It’s really was a theme of an idea that Samuel Gosling experimented resulted that a sacred place such as a bedroom could easily identify the Big Five Inventory of the personality of a person. He gave a question to strangers and close friends of the one who owns the
We became close friends I needed him to be near me always, he didn't need to say anything or do anything his presents was more than enough. Everyone said he was shy and didn't talk to anyone but with we talked sometimes for hours about nothing and everything all at the same time. I learned quickly everything about him how he thought he was broken and not worthy of anything let alone love, he never said It but I could see in his eyes he thought he was nothing. but I my eyes he was everything and for so long I waited, waited for him to realize he was worth it and that I was worth him. I wish He could see he was Seen even if it was just by me. I found myself studying him like he was Another language I’d stay awake analyzing his every move and everything he said to me. He was I complete mystery to me. He said nothing would happen between us and for a long time I believed him. And then one night something did happen and immediately he broke me. IT was like a bad movie and I watched him drive off into the darkness I broke down, I lost it drove home in tears. I had only ever cried over one other man and I promised myself that would never happen again but here I was Again. From that moment every time I was away from him I felt frozen time like I didn't matter If he wasn't around. I found myself Going to his house and just sitting in silent as he played video games just to feel alive. We never talked about that night but it was always on
During middle school to ninth grade year I involved myself with this boy, for three years we didn't date but he kept up with me so I wouldn't be with anyone else essentially and I would like him on and off so we’d stop talking but then went back. He had two girlfriends during those three years, one for a few weeks and the other for a year. Long story short, he cheated on his one year girlfriend from beginning to end and she had no idea. Half way through he told her that he couldn't publicly date her because his parents found out he bad grades, so they had to “break up” in their eyes. So he deleted everything from social media and starting being involved, not dating officially but seeing me and privately dating her. Fast forward 6 months, we start dating publicly. It only lasted three weeks but my relationships are usually very emotionally intense and passionate so it took a huge toll on me mentally, emotionally even physically I didn’t eat, (since he was a pathological liar and I found all this out at the time, everything was a lie which exploded in my face). Two weeks before we started dating he took his ex girlfriend’s virginity, while leaving her house her dad saw him and grounded her. Those two weeks they didn't speak, we started talking again and then dating, and she came back from being grounded and saw on social media that her boyfriend she got back with had a new girlfriend. Her and I are really close friends now for over a year I just kept finding out more and more