Personal Narrative

Almost two years ago now, we met again for the second time in our lives. You found me (a teenager) which like many others before been neglected as a kid. Walked around with the belief that I'd never know what it felt like to be loved, so I closed off my heart and made it impenetrable. Believing that if I stayed emotionless I could endure and survive any loss or pain, manipulation. You were warmth and compassion. Something so far set apart from my friends and family. You engulfed me in warmth, shared your personal pains and joys of life with me told me secrets as if we'd been best friends since the beginning of time. It scared the hell out of me. I felt you were trying to make me vulnerable, that you wanted something from me. You did, you wanted to see if sixth grade me was …show more content…
Always staying by my side no matter where'd we go and when we'd lock eyes you'd shine your smile. A smile that made me that told me it's OK to be happy and glad that I was alive. We'd hugged one day after school and I told you I loved you. To this day this there's been no prouder moment in my life then admitting that, to myself and you. Even still I wasn't prepared for what was to come, I didn't know how to show love. I just knew how I felt. I'm sorry that I continuously told you I loved you and then treated you irrelevantly. You deserved to have the love you were giving reciprocated, but I wasn't able to give that to you and I was too afraid to be alone to let you go then. We became emotionally abuse to each other, didn't talk about problems dusting them under the rug( especially myself). You started drinking alcohol, smoking weed and partying it ate me up for a while. So many people in my family are either addicts or recovering( barely). I didn't want to see that happen with you and instead of telling you that I just said it was dumb and