You were 16, a typical teenage boy with a troubled past. Played highschool football, fought with your mom, loved video games, hooking up with girls, and your Chevy pick up truck. Nothing was going to get in the way of what you wanted, and for that very short moment- that was me.
Then there’s myself- barely 16, loved writing poetry, lusted over celebrity actors and felt a little lonely at times. I was that sweet, innocent girl who had never had a taste of what a broken heart was like. I had no idea what I was getting into, but I sure liked the sound of a tough bad boy to show me around. My heart was not guarded and my mind was naive.
You came into my life and made me feel incredible, unstoppable. We stayed up all night sending those cute “I love you” messages, making empty promises that we both knew would shatter at some point in time. I remember the day he took me to the park, his hands mindlessly playing with mine, we both sat down on the children’s swings telling stories about our past- who we are, our favorite memories. There was no doubt that I had fallen for this boy. He made me laugh like no other, and oh god his laugh was contagious itself. There was something about the spark in his bright hazel eyes that kept me wanting more. But little did I know our love story wasn’t one that would last forever.
You see, he wasn’t the type to stick to one person. He liked change, it’s how he’d always been. He found this other girl who had now caught his attention. She was pretty and blonde and mysterious and he could not help but change paths. He loved me, but he damn well liked her.
So he left. He left me in undeniable heart break. The thought of him and her together tore my heart to pieces. I thought I would never get past this stage of tears running down my face as I think about what had happened.
But months later you pass by me in the hallway and for once, I don’t look at you. I keep walking. I don’t need you. I move forward.