I heard what I wanted to hear and continued to not follow my instincts. I thought he loved me, I thought he was the one. I felt like all the other young teenagers making the same dumb mistakes; confusing what i want with what is being shown right in front of me. He did not love me. Just like the other teenage boys in this generation he just wanted one thing and would do anything to get it. The late night phones calls and all the time we spent, me giving him everything meant nothing to him. I had nobody but him. I lived in a foster home because my parents died and had no friends. He was the one thing I had to keep me going. I sat looking out the window, I felt like I was worthless.. Trying to figure out what I did wrong for him to just not want to be with me. Many thoughts ran through my mind “Am I not pretty enough? Am I
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You’re being weird.” Alan said seeming irritated with me.
I was silent for a moment because he was the one that stopped talking to me in the first place. “Maybe I was just overreacting because if he didn’t care he wouldn't still try to talk to me,” I had thought.
We hung up the phone later that night and I thought everything was perfect, almost like nothing ever happened. We were good again.
The past few weeks were the best. I had felt very wanted and I finally felt important to somebody. I was with him almost every minute of the day. He took me out, showed me off to his friends, I met his family.
One day at his house we were laying in bed watching ‘Big Bang Theory’ together since we did not have class. “Have you ever thought about us having sex?” he bluntly asked. I was shocked by the question and took a few minutes to respond, “ No I haven’t been thinking about that.”
“Well I think we should..I mean if you want to?” he said slowly looking into my eyes hoping that i would agree. My instincts told me I should say no but I didn’t listen because I loved him and he did everything for me and I knew he loved me
You’re being weird.” Alan said seeming irritated with me.
I was silent for a moment because he was the one that stopped talking to me in the first place. “Maybe I was just overreacting because if he didn’t care he wouldn't still try to talk to me,” I had thought.
We hung up the phone later that night and I thought everything was perfect, almost like nothing ever happened. We were good again.
The past few weeks were the best. I had felt very wanted and I finally felt important to somebody. I was with him almost every minute of the day. He took me out, showed me off to his friends, I met his family.
One day at his house we were laying in bed watching ‘Big Bang Theory’ together since we did not have class. “Have you ever thought about us having sex?” he bluntly asked. I was shocked by the question and took a few minutes to respond, “ No I haven’t been thinking about that.”
“Well I think we should..I mean if you want to?” he said slowly looking into my eyes hoping that i would agree. My instincts told me I should say no but I didn’t listen because I loved him and he did everything for me and I knew he loved me