Personal Narrative: Doing It Wrong

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.

I'm still not quite sure how it happened, I think I did something to displease him in some way. One day he just stopped speaking to me. My heart ever so slowly broke, every day that he acted, though I never existed. What was once whole was shattered; where before there was peace is isolation, echoes of an affection I put my everything into. With each passing day he took another step away. No matter how many times I asked what I had done wrong he never had an answer. The days were slow, cold, and wretched. I felt as if there was something wrong with me. For some time after that, I felt I would never love someone again. I had been heartbroken before, but there was always a reason that helped ease the pain of it away. When he gave me no explanation it was like a wound left open to

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October 8, 2015, was the first band concert of the year. I always enjoy band concerts. A group including Justin Hansen, who was dating Tori at the time, Brette Bryant, Tori and me all decided to go to Cook-Out really quickly. As we pulled in Tori pointed to Henry’s car and explained how it broke down earlier and how he was upset. I thought it would be nice if we left him an encouraging note on the windshield of the car, so he would see when we went to retrieve the car later that night. They all agreed that was a good idea, so we all wrote personalized notes on a sheet of notebook paper and left it. That night after the concert, Henry sent me a text thanking me for the note. He told me how he really needed the encouragement. At that moment, I figured it would be a great time to tell Henry I liked him. I wasn 't completely sure that I liked him, but I knew I enjoyed him slightly more than just a friend. Much to my surprise, he told me he felt the same way about me. He was actually jealous when he saw how much I liked Wallace, and wished it was him. That made me feel great, because I never knew the boy in my Latin 2 class, felt the same way. As a result, we had a mutual agreement that we would attempt a relationship. I never truly saw a future for us the way he saw and by the third week, I cut off whatever we were. I tried to explain to him how I felt,

As the talk went on, I felt myself ready to have a breakdown. I didn’t know how to respond without my feelings getting ahead of me. I had never gone through something like this before. I was trying to sort it all out in my head and understand the why’s and the how’s of everything and the past. The past is something I’ve never really wanted to deal with.

"Don't worry about it. I shouldn't have said anything. It's okay." He started calming me down. I could hear his heart pounding against his chest and felt mine beating just as fast. I couldn't do this. Now he probably thought I didn't want to be with him. I pulled away to look up at his green eyes. Being this close to him, I could see the golden brown flecks near the pupil of his eye. It was like looking at an entire galaxy.

I cared about him, we created a strong bond, I trusted him. I guess I didn't matter to him as much as he mattered to me. Soon after all this turned to anger. I wouldn't be able to trust anybody ever again. Everybody just cares for themselves. They're just plain selfish. I began yelling "SELFISH, SELFISH, SELFISH". I accelerated the speed. Nobody should ever make me feel this way ever again. I began to shake, my purple hands gripping the steering wheel, my fingers began to numb, and finally I let go. BOOM!

So there he sat in the Kohl’s parking lot twiddling his thumbs with nervousness, just waiting for me to walk out of those glass doors. Then along came 10:30 pm, after waiting for what seemed like hours I walked out with her coworkers laughing about their interesting night of business. I set my things in my car and waited for everyone to leave and then he got out of his car and walked over to me. We introduced ourselves, and continued talking about school. Then before I left to go home, he leaned in trying to kiss me, I stopped him immediately. “We barely know each other”. When I got home my phone was buzzing with notifications, I lifted my phone in curiosity and it was him asking millions of questions about if we’ll be together and what not. I asked him to stop as we were almost still complete strangers. Sure we’d met once but we don’t know each other. He then proceeded to tell me about what he wanted to do to me in sexual ways, completely disregarding my request. I then once again told him to stop. Then he replied with telling me that I was just like all the other girls who broke his heart, and I’m just heartless. I didn’t worry about it because I don’t need a person to push me

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

It was the beginning of your junior year at EBHS and his freshman year at CVCC. A year ago you tried dating, but he left you “heartbroken”, in the loosest sense of the word, after dumping you for what my grandma would call a hoebag. After resenting him for a few months, you become best friends, bringing us back to the start of the school year. You weren’t “Facebook Official” until November, but you had basically been dating since August. Things were going remarkably well. He came to every home football game and band competition, even band practice, cheering you on and supporting you. Every free weekend, you were together typically watching scary movies because they’re your favorite. You were happy… January rolls around and you start having doubts that your relationship is going to last. You start to see each other less and less. By the end of February, you decide that breaking up is the best thing for you both. A few weeks after the breakup, he stops by your house to drop off the book he borrowed and never read. He knocks on the door, gives the book to your

He looked at me with concern, “What’s wrong? What did I do?” he asked. He thought he said something wrong, but it was the complete opposite. I had shed a tear because my heart was smiling. The water in my eyes was from pure joy and fulfillment that he had uttered those words to me. But all I could do to react was cry since that has always been how I handle my emotions. He pulled me in closer and embraced me so tight, as if he was apologizing for hurting me. I whispered through my tears, into his ear, “I love you too.” He pulled away and wiped my tear with his hand, then kissed me. That is when I knew I would love him

One day while we were on the phone, he decided we needed to ask each other questions and I agreed. He started off by asking me why I had never had a boyfriend. I responded by explaining that I had been hurt before and ever since then I had become afraid to trust and love other people. He told me “Don’t be afraid to get hurt, because at the same time you will learn how to love and how to treat others. Love, is brave and wonderful.” He told me the story of him and his past girlfriend; how she had hurt him but even after that he was still willing to love. Later on, we hungout all the time and spoke on the phone every single day. I started trusting him more and more and after three months, I finally admitted to myself that I liked him. He always cheered me up and I felt like we had the same values. I had never liked anyone before so I was afraid he would not feel the same. I never revealed my feelings to him and thought it would be best to let time decide our

I don’t think that I had any misconceptions at all. Fall auditions were required every year, yes, but they mainly addressed who would get the solos for the first concert. For every piece with solos after that, besides the Corelli and the final concert this past year, the solos automatically went to Fangbo without him having to audition. Regarding work ethic, my work ethic was strong as concertmaster for Philharmonia and for both years in Chamber. I played in all of the out of school performances, musicals, attended rehearsals, participated in Solo & Ensemble, and consistently practiced all of the pieces. I was completely dedicated to orchestra and gave 100%, even with my difficult class load last year.

It all started Middle School. First day of 6th grade. The year a lot of change happened. People changed, i lost all of my elementary friends, my cousin left me, but i had also met all of my new friends. Not only that but i had also had my heart broken for the first time but, i got through it. I met Joselin and we became bestfriends and then i met all the other girls , girls i had never spoken to before and we all became close friends. But i also met this boy. Who was my first love. This may sound strange especially because i was young but up to this day i still get the same feeling from the first day i met him. Now, let me tell you how it all happened. I had first met Joselin through some other friends. We mostly started talking because we had a lot of classes together and we had lots of fun so we ended up becoming bestfriends. The way i met him was actually through joselin because he was best friends with her and i also had one class with him and we talked a lot because we had a lot in common. All three of us had lots of fun together. And soon enough i started to like him. He found out through another friend who told him. That afternoon he messaged me and i remember it pretty clear he had asked me if it was true i said that yes it was and him replying with ‘’oh, i like you too’’. it was as if in that moment my whole world had turned and i felt so many different things. We kept texting but things didn't go as planned because i mean keep in mind we were young and in a weird

We had always talked about our dreams of becoming doctors together, our dreams of traveling together, and our dreams of growing old together. But not everything in life goes as planned, especially if you are a teen blinded by adolescent love. Our families did everything together. We were a team and I thought it imperishable. But I guess that’s why they say teen love hurts, because it’s a roller-coaster of emotions on steroids. Our hormones and feelings are going at 100 miles per hour and we can’t control our various emotional moments of joy, rejection, feeling loved, shame, or feeling left out. After that confession everything changed and he became a truer version of himself and I experienced my first heartbreak which helped me blossom and grow as a person. We will never go back to how it was before, but I will always treasure our memories together, and of the snapshot of the last Christmas we spent together.