Another Stupid Boy

How is it possible that one stupid boy could ruin the fraction of self-esteem a teenage girl holds? What are the chances that someone could go from the happiest they have ever been to completely heartbroken? All because of a stupid boy.

When I was sixteen years old I held my first job at an ice-cream shop: the typical teenage experience. It was everything I wanted from my first employment until it all shattered. My first month on the job went smoothly but there was nothing worthwhile. Once I was comfortable in my new setting, another newbie was brought on board. The memory of the first time I saw him still burns in my mind. Nothing was said; it was solely a simple pass by with heavy stares. A quick moment that endlessly repeats in slow motion. Little did I know a storm was forming right in front of me.

My next few months consisted of bubbling excitement over minor instances, but those simple moments brought the best smiles. Smiles that linked to a happiness I have not felt since those extraordinary summer months. Occasions of flirting and jokes made my days like nothing else could he was perfect in my eyes, someone I dreamt of meeting; a senior football player who became one of my greatest friends. When the time was right, we found the opportunity to see each other outside of work. We went on adventures like no others. Adventures that ended with my first kisses and butterflies stirring my insides. This period of my life was my peak; it was amazing. My confidence rose and I could finally become worry-free.

That was before I could ever imagine considering him another stupid boy. He built me up then cut me out. He left. He removed himself from my world with zero warning nor reasoning, tearing me to shreds. He quit the job and friendship we shared with no return.

Cutting me off was an action he could never imagine the consequences of. To this day he lacks the idea of the questioning that rose more insecurities. The memories flooded the ice-cream shop that introduced me to my first heartbreak, forcing me to resign. My glass heart had shattered. Running into him at parties and public events only broke the glass shards into smaller pieces.

Not feeling okay is something that no-one wants to admit, and I am still searching for a sense of healing years later. Adults would say high school heartbreak is nothing, but why is a teenage girl bawling her eyes out at 3 am? A stupid boy took a piece of her she can never get back. Glass can be tapped back together but it will never be the same.