Love's Path- Personal Narrative Essay

There was agony in my heart, however, as I felt that his affections for me didn't surpass the desire we had so regularly and eagerly tried to fulfill. Suddenly, I felt that it was necessary to apologize to him for loving him so much.

We were just two best friends who hung out together, but once we got into high school I then realized he had a lot of characteristics that I looked for in a boyfriend. He was tall, cute, light skin, athletic, super smart and nice. Plus he was hilarious and I 'm a sucker for a funny guy. I didn 't mind us just being friends, I valued our friendship more. Until one day, he randomly asked me to be his girlfriend. I had no idea that he felt the same way that I did, so of course I said yes with no hesitation. Months went by and we fell in love with each other. I had dated other guys before but he gave me a feeling that I never felt before. I had never felt better and I knew I didn 't want to be with anyone else, even though we were young. It wasn 't just puppy love, once you find the right one you just know. The love was real and I knew I didn 't want to be without it. I wanted his love forever and ever, but my forever came to an end at the end of 9th grade; it was the beginning of my depression. Our relationship ended just like my happiness. I completely shut down. I spent that whole summer crying and depressed. I had never been so sad in my entire life. I went

I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.

I was hurt many times before, but the way he looked at me was a connection. My exes said it will always be “You and Me” forever, but it never lasted. Justin got a job in the Peace Corps and I was so happy for him, because he always wanted to help another country out, but I would miss him dearly. He didn’t want to leave me, but I couldn’t fathom how guilty I would feel if he didn’t go. For 2 years, I wasn’t going to see him, the day he went to the airport was the day I realized I loved him, and the words came tumbling out of my brain “I love you” I said. It felt natural, because it was, he shook me into remembering who I was, and it was easy to see that Justin was the guy for me. Years ago, I was proudly single and professional with zero desire to get married. Or so I

“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.

It was about three weeks before I talked to him again and it was a short call. I had little to say to him because I felt something just wasn’t right. When I asked him if he had something to tell me, he said no. You can always tell when the love is no longer in a relationship because you can feel the separation. He called me back and asked if he could come over. I said, “Okay.” We went out to eat and went back to his house so we could talk about our relationship. He started the conversation, “I am so sorry for what I have put you through. You are the best thing that has ever

As I got settled in the warm leather seat I weakly smiled at him. There was sadness and regret in his eyes as he feebly smiled back at me. He still blames himself for what happened. I slowly leaned over to him to whisper in

I looked up at James. He stared straight ahead, out at the trees. His face was perfectly still and serious. I could see how hard he tried to hold it together for everyone, but the bloodshot lines that surrounded the blue of his eyes, told me he had cried just as much. He turned his face to look at me and I smiled just a little, to reassure him I was here, I would always be here.

“I am so sorry,” a stream of red carried my apology to him. “I didn’t know that you would….” I trembled. “That we would…” Our memories shattered against the stretch of diminishing breath. “You need to go. You’re running out of time.”

That’s where you made what some people would call a mistake you told him too much. That day it had been worse then others you cried in his arms spilling all of your troubles telling him about her and how often she talked badly about you. You didn't notice the signs his eyes narrowing lips pulled into a frown as his fingers ran through your hair resting his chin onto of your head you wouldn't be able to see the manic grin that twisted onto his face as he cooed softly into your ear as he imagined ripping the girl limb from

To my surprise, I hugged him. We sobbed together. It had been a rough night for the both of us. It was a mistake we would both never forget, but mistakes were made to learn from, not to cry over. I looked at him and in that moment I forgave him. I don’t know why I did. I vowed I never would, but in that moment, I knew I had forgiven him. There was no way I could stay mad at him, not with him this heart broken. It was hard enough seeing him

I was scared to let him go because I knew he was a good guy and if he found someone else, I would lose him for good. I lied to him about being in a relationship and it cause way more damage. Now, I cant have him either. He was amazing guy and he was fun to be around, but it took for me to go through this to realize the guy was with first loved me very much. Fame changed me, to the point I felt like I could get away with anything as silly as it sounds. I was curious and naïve like any woman who had no knowledge of what love was suppose to be. I was touch by the way he drew people near. He taught me that you can be loved by people when you just be

I stared at him and yelled “if you don’t love me anymore go ahead leave, I don’t need you” there were tears on our faces, I jumped into my bed and cried myself to sleep.

For months everything was perfect just like most relationships, we weren’t fully comfortable, we didn’t argue, we didn’t have a lack of trust. It was absolutely perfect. Once we came to about 6 months he left for the first time, and it broke my heart. We had our space, worked things out and eventually got back together. After a couple more months of being okay, he left again. Once again we gave each other space, worked through it and got back together. After finally working everything out i had a concern of a girl he was around and had been talking to. He had promised that it was nothing and that they were just childhood friends, i believed him at first until it started to become more frequent. After fighting about that many times, he ended up leaving, and that third time had me absolutely shattered from the inside, out. I had a very low self esteem, and couldn’t find it in myself to stay healthy and happy. I let myself fall through very deep cracks, and wasn’t sure how I would back out.

I’ve been dying to tell people my life story. Like I keep having heart to hearts with people i barely know. I speak and my heart over flows. Things have really been hard for me this year. especially with being in all these weddings. One thing keeps coming up. Why are you single? I feel like being this old the world is constantly judging me for not being married or in love with someone. Honestly, I have been looking down on myself for it. I’ve been thinking what’s wrong with me. Why am I so lonely? Why do I feel so tragic for being single. Things only got worse when my ex came back into my life for a couple months. I honestly felt so stupid and shitty the whole time. Things were so awkward between us. He would never look my way. We only said a couple words to each other nothing meaningful. It was stupid that I thought that the next time we saw each other that we could be friends. But what did I expect when I am the one who ended things. I never wanted to end things. I never wanted to hurt him or stop being his friend. Things just end this way, In no way was I trying to be a bitch about the whole thing. It wasn’t working. We couldn’t get on the same page. Worst of all being in a relationship triggered my anxiety and depression and there no way I could explain that to him.