As an aspiring writer, I write about my strongest feelings. I wrote this piece as a way to cope with how much I regretted breaking up with my boyfriend at the time even though I knew it was the right thing to do. I feel comfortable sharing this because I want others to know that it IS possible. You CAN and WILL get over them. Everything is temporary, the end really isn't the end.
My favorite memory that we share was when you told me how you use to play guitar and when I asked you to play me something, your immediate response was, "I'll do anything for you babe." You tried to become one with the chords again but played horribly and utterly wrong. When I told you it was okay, you continued to play just to see my smile reach my eyes.
It was 2 AM and you told me that you could talk to me for hours on end. I knew you were tired and told you to go to sleep but you told that if I was happy enough without you then you would go to sleep. I loved you.
I'm hurting on the inside and you don't see that. No one does. I paint on a mask of a carefree spirit everyday and all I want is for one day you would scratch that chipped paint off and tattoo me with the imprints of eternal love.
Whenever I told you I loved you, it felt as though I had committed a crime against you. As if I robbed a store and shot the owner just because he was a witness. I'm sorry.
I'm drawing endless blank circles in my mind thinking about you because I want to forget you but you never leave.
I don't think I loved him, I think I just loved the mere idea of him.
My name is Vivian Cao, I'm fifteen and I am from Florida. This piece was a very obvious break up. When him and I broke up, I thought it was okay because I was the one that broke it off but afterwards, the memories were so raw and there that I kept track of everything emotion that I felt. You can see in this piece a story of nostalgia, heart ache, regret, and finally acceptance. These emotions hit me out of no where, I could have been in the middle of a tennis match when I would just get the feeling of his warm hand intertwined with mine. We're okay now, he's happy and so am I.