Lust
I have known this guy, Jason for a couple years, he lived down
the street from me, I fell head over heels for him the second I saw his
gorgeous face. I was at the pool one day and saw him for the first time, I
noticed him looking over at me a few times and I knew he saw me checking
him out. He came over to talk to me. We didn't talk that much the first
year I met him except for the normal hellos and goodbye's because he went
off to a baseball camp for most of the summer. When I found out about the
horrible news I was devastated, I cried for weeks and would write him
emails about everything that was happening at home but he never responded.
Soon summer had ended and since he was 2 years older than me he went to a
different school. I missed him so much but I got over it as the year
dragged on and soon summer was here again. This year I promised myself I
would become friends with this guy if he liked it or not. My friends
called me obsessed, but I just had a little crush. Soon that "little"
crush became a summer love. Jason was so nice to me and we would hang out
all the time, he didn't care about our ages, he used to say that age was
just a number. We would spend every second we had together. Soon all his
friends were asking him why he wasn't around anymore and he wouldn't give
a complete answer "just hangin' out" he would say. When school started
again we grew apart, although we were going to the same school we barley
saw each other. I cried I few times because I missed him so much. The last
year was different, I missed seeing him, now I see him but I miss talking
to him and I miss him actually saying hi to me every day. Jason graduated
that year and went off to college. I didn't talk to him much and never saw
him. Until one day, when I was a Junior in High school I ran into him at
the mall. I saw him from across the food court but I didn't think he
recognized me so I just stayed in my circle of friends that had came with
me that day. Then I turned around to look at him once more before we left
and he wasn't there, I thought maybe he had already left and was a bit
upset. Then suddenly someone picks me up from behind and swings me around,
I turned around (after he put me down on the ground) to find out it was
Jason. He had his best smile on and gave me an amazing hug, you know, one
of those hugs that you wish would last forever. Later that day I went over
to his house and we talked for hours about everything, school, friends,
parents, the old summer days, and since that day we have been inseparable.
I never believed him when he said that age didn't matter I thought he
would never respect me like the rest of his friends, but now I knew that he
respected me more than a friend, the thought of me as a girlfriend and for
the first time in years I was truly happy.
--Jen, Apex, NC |
Bust
When I met her on the first day of school, I knew that me and
Lizzy would get together sometime that year. But I am the shy type, so it
wasn't until half way through the second semester, 27 weeks later, that I
actually attempted conversation with her. So when I finally did, I asked
her if she wanted to see a movie sometime. We went out that night, and it
went great. We started talking on the phone a lot, and it just kept
getting better. Our conversations were great and it seemed like we were
hitting it off really well. But there was one small problem. There was
this guy, who at the time, she referred to as her "best friend." But it
turns out, that she was romantically involved with him, and the only reason
they were not "going out" was because they had a mutual friend who's
feelings would have been hurt if they were going out. I figured that this
other guy wouldn't really be a problem, and she would just break up with
him eventually. So I kept talking to her on the phone, and we would write
letters back and forth, and she started to like me as more than a friend.
And at this point I had realized, that she was nothing like anyone I had
ever met before, she was so extraordinary that I found myself more
attracted to her than I have ever been attracted to any other girl before.
I had never been in love before, but after a few months, I was sure this
was what it was. And she felt the same way, but by that time, Lizzy had
grown very close to the other guys family, and she considered them like a
second family to her. We discussed her telling her, now serious,
boyfriend that she had been cheating on him, and she agreed it would be a
good idea. So she told him, and he broke down crying and they talked for
a little while, and what he came up with was... "Whatever makes you
happy." So we were back to square one. She didn't break up with him, and
we had another discussion. I was trying to understand why she couldn't
just dump him. But she said that there were more people involved, and she
did not want to lose touch with his family who she had grown so close to.
I didn't know what to do, because I loved her so much, and she didn't know
what to do either. So finally I worked up the strength to tell her that
we needed to end it, and if she couldn't make a decision between us, then
we would just stop seeing each other. She decided that she had a
responsibility to her boyfriend to be honest and faithful, so we both
decided it would be best if she stayed with him. So, now, we are still
very good friends, we talk almost every other night, I still love her more
than anything, and she still loves me, but we have no romantic
involvement, and she is still with the other guy. I don't know what to do,
other than wait until they break up, and I don't want to cause her any
more stress than I have, so I am not going to pursue a relationship while
she is still with him. I'm trying to move on, but it is very hard.
--Elijah, Tampa, FL |
