Here's my tragic story so far.
I met my ex-girlfriend in band (hah!). We fell in love right away. Nothing made us happier than being near each other. Things were so perfect, and I thought nothing could ever go wrong. A year of perfection went by.
But, I was mistaken, for things can always go wrong! My girlfriend graduated from high school and it was time for her to move on to college! Hm, college, eh? Older, smarter, more attractive, and wittier guys hanging out with my girlfriend? No problem, right? If she loved me, I had nothing to worry about, right?
No.
One night I was talking to one of her friends. He gave me the cold brutal truth. She had been cheating on me for at least two weeks while lying to me. Wow. The pain was unreal. It was completely unlike her! Had college really changed her that much? I guess so.
So.. she took the promise ring that symbolized all the love I had for her, and went back and continued to cheat on me. Ugh, I thought all was lost. Somehow, even though I was the most protective guy I knew, I forgave her! Wow, amazing!
But the next day she broke up with me. And surprisingly she seemed really devestated by it. But now, she's happy with all of her friends.
After a brief period of being absolutely miserable and alone, I found someone who's liked me since middle school. She's been cool and lifted my spirits after a dark time.
This is my story. Pretty strange to go through a whole romantic tragedy at 15. But, we all mature at one point or another.
Hope you enjoyed reading it.
