Heartbreaks can be memorable and emotional events that can cause a person 's perception of romance to become either knowledgeable or senseless. Everyone has that one special heartbreak that they can never seem to forget. In most cases, many people tend to put themselves in positions that they get their heart broken time after time. I call these people senseless. In my case, it only took one unforgettable heartbreak that made me wiser in love: my first.
It all began when I met him on a video chat session on OOVOO in the winter of 2011. At this stage in my life, my innocence was at its purest and most vulnerable. His impeccable timing of a relationship could not have been better. My perception of always wanting a boyfriend was like a fantasy …show more content…
Surprisingly she was okay with it. From the kindly gestures of not from my rational and caring mother, she would drive me every other few months on the weekends, to his local area, to go see him and spend some quality time with each other. With the limited time we had together, we carried out different activities, such as walking around in local parks, malls, and sometimes attending his church. While doing those activities, we would hold hands, cuddle up, and say sweet romantic things to one another. From my understanding, I began to believe that he had affectionate feelings for me. After countless times of seeing him and going back home, he gradually became very distant with me. As in, he would wait until a couple of months later to talk to me. Also, the last few times I saw him, his affection towards me seemed to be aloof rather than his prior ecstatic affection. Once I took notice of his strange behavior, I began to wonder if he grew weary of me or if he was not interested in me anymore. My denial made me into a delusional, typical, teenage …show more content…
Since he lived about twenty minutes away, I called him and told him to meet me there. Miraculously, he came. There was nobody in the house except he, my best friend, and I. While my best friend was in her living room talking on the phone with her boyfriend, he and I had gone upstairs to her room and did the most unacceptable, immoral thing I have ever done in my life; I was terrified yet at ease, because I trusted him. It lasted for about twenty minutes. For me it felt extensively long because I was in such sheer pain that I could barely move. After we were finished, we sat on the staircase and he stared at me with his brown, daring eyes and gently confessed to me how he loved me and I how I would always be ‘the one’. My doubtful heart was pounding with such great relievement, with such great relief, now that I finally knew where I stood in his heart. Shortly after he left, I went into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. I noticed something different about myself. Nothing had changed, except my purity: my first step into womanhood. Finally, I went downstairs to see what my best friend was doing. Simultaneously, mom came back to the house and told me that it was time to go. On our way back home, I could only keep a benevolent smile on my face, re-thinking of that special moment. However, petrifying thoughts would abruptly sink in, and come in and out, on what if my mom were to find
It all began when I met him on a video chat session on OOVOO in the winter of 2011. At this stage in my life, my innocence was at its purest and most vulnerable. His impeccable timing of a relationship could not have been better. My perception of always wanting a boyfriend was like a fantasy …show more content…
Surprisingly she was okay with it. From the kindly gestures of not from my rational and caring mother, she would drive me every other few months on the weekends, to his local area, to go see him and spend some quality time with each other. With the limited time we had together, we carried out different activities, such as walking around in local parks, malls, and sometimes attending his church. While doing those activities, we would hold hands, cuddle up, and say sweet romantic things to one another. From my understanding, I began to believe that he had affectionate feelings for me. After countless times of seeing him and going back home, he gradually became very distant with me. As in, he would wait until a couple of months later to talk to me. Also, the last few times I saw him, his affection towards me seemed to be aloof rather than his prior ecstatic affection. Once I took notice of his strange behavior, I began to wonder if he grew weary of me or if he was not interested in me anymore. My denial made me into a delusional, typical, teenage …show more content…
Since he lived about twenty minutes away, I called him and told him to meet me there. Miraculously, he came. There was nobody in the house except he, my best friend, and I. While my best friend was in her living room talking on the phone with her boyfriend, he and I had gone upstairs to her room and did the most unacceptable, immoral thing I have ever done in my life; I was terrified yet at ease, because I trusted him. It lasted for about twenty minutes. For me it felt extensively long because I was in such sheer pain that I could barely move. After we were finished, we sat on the staircase and he stared at me with his brown, daring eyes and gently confessed to me how he loved me and I how I would always be ‘the one’. My doubtful heart was pounding with such great relievement, with such great relief, now that I finally knew where I stood in his heart. Shortly after he left, I went into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. I noticed something different about myself. Nothing had changed, except my purity: my first step into womanhood. Finally, I went downstairs to see what my best friend was doing. Simultaneously, mom came back to the house and told me that it was time to go. On our way back home, I could only keep a benevolent smile on my face, re-thinking of that special moment. However, petrifying thoughts would abruptly sink in, and come in and out, on what if my mom were to find