Since my last breakup post was popular, I will do another. This breakup story is going to be about my second boyfriend. I'm skipping my first boyfriend because not too much happened. My second boyfriend and I were extremely close. I would like to think he was most likely my first love. The only downfall about the relationship was that him and I lived an hour apart. I was only 15 when we started dating, so I wasn't able to drive yet. When we started dating, he was 17, so he was able to drive and that's how it all worked out. We dated for almost two years before I ended the relationship.
I think I should start from the beginning of our relationship. Our relationship was great. We got along and loved each other. He drove up to see me at least once a week so we could go on dates. We ended up being so close that we even started going on vacations together. The first vacation we took together was with his dad. We all took a road trip to the beach and stayed the weekend. The one day he made me a bubble bath and even put candles in the bathroom. He also put a book next to the tub and then told me to relax. That was the moment I knew he was the greatest man I've ever met. Eventually, when I got out of the tub, I went into our bedroom. There were even more candles and he even put rose petals on the bed. He also put candy on the bed, it was so romantic. I was probably close to 17 at the time.
His senior year of high school, he asked me to go to prom with him. I went and I got to meet all of his friends, it made me feel special. This was right before our second vacation together. Our next vacation we went on was to a different beach, this time with my family. We went out one night to be alone and rode the bus to the boardwalk. After the boardwalk, we walked around a little indoor mall by our hotel. It was raining that night but it didn't stop us from enjoying the day. After the mall, we went to a little candy store. The candy store had everything imaginable. Once we left, we were hungry and went to the Denny's connected to our hotel. That night was probably the best one I've ever had. We always had a good time together and rarely ever fought.
Then, he came over one day. He was in the bathroom and I was in the kitchen. His phone buzzed with a text. The text was from a girl, and my heart dropped. Of course, I looked at the text. I scrolled through their conversation and I saw her say, "I love you" and he said, "I love you too." I was so upset but then I asked him about it, he said they were just friends. This is the moment I had been dreading my entire life. This was the moment that made me lose trust in all men. I thought to myself, if they are just friends, why are they saying that to each other. I couldn't get over it.
We went to see a therapist and she told me that I should tell him that I forgive him, but I couldn't. I wanted so bad to get over it and I couldn't. I couldn't say, "I forgive you" to the man that hurt me. When I noticed that I couldn't say it, that's when I knew it was over. There was no way I'd be able to ever get past this. The girl that he cheated on me with lived states away. I feel like it hurt more to get cheated on with someone who emotionally cheated than someone who physically cheated. He was giving his feelings and heart to someone else when he should've been only giving them to me.
Since then, he's had two girlfriends and it's been four years. I still have a hard time trusting anyone, and if I do, that person should know that they are special. I hope no girl ever has to go through this, even though I know most of us do. Know that not all men are like this and that some are good.
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This one's about the love I lost. We all have dated that one person that we instantly think is our person and we fall head over heels for them. Well I found mine then lost it. I met this guy when I least expected it, I also never thought it would happen. Now that I realise it, it was that summer romance. One night my friend said to me, "Hey you do you want to come with me, I'm going to pick up my friend?" I thought why not because, well, I had nothing better to do. We drove for about 40 minutes, we stopped to get food for him because it was his birthday coming up. When we got there, my friend parked the car and we waited; it was night time and incredibly dark. I sat in the passenger seat my friend sat in the driver seat. She started texting him back and forth saying we were there. He was hanging out with his friends smoking a cigarette.
By Alyssa Smith6 years ago in Humans
"Directing Light: The Effect of a Sort Stranger"
In the clamoring city of New York, where the roads murmur with the mood of life and the high rises go after the sky, I had the joy of experiencing a genuinely striking individual — an unrecognized yet truly great individual whose benevolence and liberality made a permanent imprint on my heart. It was a boiling summer day, and I ended up lost in the twisted labyrinth of tram burrows, my mind whirling with disarray and disappointment. As I remained on the stage, gripping my guide and attempting to get a handle on the tangled trap of train lines, a voice got through the turmoil. "Is it safe to say that you are lost, old buddy?" I went to see a man remaining close to me, his face endured with age yet his eyes sparkling with warmth and empathy. He presented himself as Sam, and at that time, I realize that I had experienced somebody extraordinary. With a delicate grin, Sam proposed to assist me with exploring the tram framework, directing me through the labyrinth of passages and stages easily. He shared accounts of his own undertakings in the city, offering useful tidbits and support en route. However, it wasn't simply Sam's information on the tram framework that intrigued me — it was his steadfast consideration and liberality of soul. In spite of the intense intensity and the hurrying around of the city, he got some margin to help an outsider out of luck, without anticipating anything consequently. As we rose up out of the tram burrows and ventured out into the brilliant daylight, I couldn't resist the opportunity to feel a feeling of appreciation wash over me. Sam had not just assisted me with tracking down my direction through the city — he had reestablished my confidence in humankind, helping me to remember the force of sympathy and the significance of loaning some assistance to those out of luck. In the long stretches of time that understood, I frequently ended up considering Sam and the effect he had made on my life. His straightforward thoughtful gesture had propelled me to show preemptive kindness, to search for chances to help other people in my own local area, and to move toward every day with an open heart and a readiness to have an effect. Also, however I might in all likelihood at no point ever see Sam in the future, his soul lives on in the recollections we shared and the examples he educated me. He was something beyond a supportive individual I met in passing — he was a brilliant illustration of the decency that exists on the planet, and an update that even amidst bedlam and vulnerability, graciousness has the ability to illuminate the most obscure of days. Soon after our experience, I made it a highlight copy Sam's consideration in my own life. I chipped in at neighborhood covers, offering dinners and friendship to those out of luck. I assisted older neighbors with their food and paid attention to their accounts with authentic premium and sympathy. What's more, each time I assisted somebody out of luck, I considered Sam and the effect he had made on my life. However, it wasn't simply my activities that changed — it was my point of view too. I started to see the world through Sam's eyes, perceiving the magnificence and humankind in each individual I experienced. I got some margin to grin at outsiders in the city, to offer uplifting statements to the people who required them, and to move toward every communication with an open heart and a readiness to interface. Also, as I kept on exploring the clamoring roads of New York City, I conveyed Sam's soul with me any place I went. His consideration had contacted my life in manners I would never have envisioned, and I realize that I would perpetually be appreciative for the brief yet significant experience we had shared. Eventually, Sam was something other than a supportive individual I had met — he was a directing light in a world that occasionally felt dull and questionable. He showed me that even amidst mayhem and disarray, there is dependably space for consideration, empathy, and liberality of soul. Also, for that, I will constantly be appreciative.
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