Personal Narrative: Running Away

There once was a chance I didn’t take, the boy I loved wanted me to run away with him. Leave this boring old town and travel somewhere new and exciting. Jason, the one that got away. I lay awake thinking about how my life would have turned out if I went. Where would we have gone, a different city, state, country? Things were complicated. I couldn’t go. I had to finish school. That was my priority. I wanted to be the first one in my family to go to college and actually graduate. I don’t regret the decision, yet I do. Every time I am out shopping or out to eat and see someone that even resembles him my heart drops. I freeze and start to panic until I realize that yet again it’s not the boy that I let go. It’s been three years and I still can’t …show more content…
I swear your always just tuning out.” “Sorry.” I say to my sister as we walk down the aisle searching for the right brand of milk. Amber eyes me down. “Ashlynn you need to get out of this funk. It was fine for a little while but three years is pushing it. He didn’t die.” I glare at her. “Shut up Amber, it’s hard. I miss him. It took me so long to get him and just like that, I didn’t have him again.” Amber sighs and looks me in the eyes. “There will be other boys.” I laugh. “Good one.” We continue shopping. Going down each aisle and grabbing what we needed. As we are doing this my mind starts to wonder to Jason, yet again. If I could go back would I go with him or stay? I stop and look at amber. “You think I made the right decision, with Jason? Should I have gone with him?” She looks frustrated. “Ashlynn we have been through this 100 times. Staying was the right decision. He shouldn’t have even asked you to go. He knew that school was important to you. Making you choose was messed up. I think that you just need to forget about him. I told you Harry likes you, go on another date with him.” I look at the ground. “You’re right I guess and maybe on the Harry thing. I’m not too into him.” I look up and see an orange haired boy and …show more content…
I’m shaking. I would walk towards him but I don’t think I can move. I don’t know what to do. He’s in front of me. He starts to talk but I can’t hear him over the pounding of my heart. “I didn’t catch that sorry.” I mumble and stare at my feet. He laughs and grabs my chin so I’m looking at him. “Still shy as ever, huh? I said I missed you a lot. How are you doing?” My face goes red. “If you missed me, why didn’t you call?” You can see I caught him off guard with that one. “I didn’t think you wanted me to. I felt bad about leaving but it’s something I had to do.” I look at him. He still looks the same. Orange/red hair still looking a bit on the nappy side. Pretty green eyes, freckles scattered about on his face and neck. “I know it’s what you had to do, I just wish you would have called. How long have you been back anyways? You should have let me know you were coming back.” He’s looking into my eyes and I feel like I’m going to throw up right there. Right in the middle of the grocery store in front of this stupid boy and all of the other shoppers. “I just got back a few days ago. I didn’t know if you were seeing somebody so I didn’t want to show up at your door step and upset you.” I laugh. It seems like a joke. Does he think it would be easy for me to just move on? “For your information I’m not seeing anybody. You could have shown up at my house. I would have been happy.” He smiles and grabs my hand. “I know it’s been a while but you were on my mind