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I had always believed in love at first sight because all my aunts and uncles, most of my grandparents, and probably my great-grandparents had never had a second love. When they got together, they got together and even when they were upset with eachother, the next day was fine because they both felt sorry and made up to each other. There was occasionally a black sheep, but it wasn't often and the love life was hell for them. I didn't want to be the black sheep of love, but I was always the black sheep of everything else, usually in a positive way, but nonetheless, the odd one out. My mother always told me stories about how she and dad got together, even though they were as different as can be, and I hung on to every word. Then, in my first year of middle school, seventh grade, period eight, Pre-Algebra. In my eyes, he was beautiful, not only that but perfect. My teacher's aid caught me in love at first sight. I had prayed to the heavens that I could find happiness, and my prayer had been answered. I found my prince charming, or the one in my eyes. He was not snobby, but I played the part to make him seem like I think he was, he wasn't an unknown character, and he was smart. He was the only one who could put me at my wit's end, and I found it to be attractive in him. I didn't approach him until just before mid-year, then I got a little braver and asked him out to the dance, slipping cards in his backpack during the holidays. I used the friendship between him and my older sister as a shield to keep him from knowing until I wanted him to. Turns out despite his childish nature, he was more mature, and more clever than I thought. A week later he found out and my friends had me blushing up a storm, but one day, when I took refuge in the library, he came in during the morning. He walked up to the desk and said 'hi.' I didn't look him in the eyes until he asked me to. When I did, I was captured in his gaze, he asked me if I really did feel the way I did and I admitted it to him, face-to-face. He gave me a beautiful crooked smile and said he had always liked me back. Every day of the school year after that, every morning and every day afterschool until 3:30 I sat alone at the benches with him, hand in hand. Some times I fell asleep on his shoulder and woke up, right before it was time to leave. We even planned to marry and have kids someday, even though right now it's impossible. Graduation didn't hurt like I thought it would. I was in Choir so I could watch him in my last hours of being in his presence. Over the summer, we kept in touch, every day, called every weekend. Then, a sudden week, I forgot where I put the phone and I couldn't call him. I got online the coming Monday and he wasn't online for the whole week. I was devestated and worried that we had broken up, I thought I wasn't good enough for him, so I was in agony through the weekdays and on the weekend, right at the time when he was supposed to wake up I called him. He didn't pick up, so I called again. This time he was on the phone, the same sleepy, I-Love-You-So-Much voice. But here is how the conversation went.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I lost the phone and I couldn't call you last week! I'm sorry!" I said.
"It's okay. I wouldn't have picked up anyways because all the pressure put on me." he replied.
"Why didn't you call me if you needed help? I'm here to release all your emotional pressure. Ah! Your stubborness will get the best of you someday."
"Honey. I'm the one who should be sorry." he said. "I would want to say this to you face to face, but... How much do your parents care about your future occupation?"
"They don't give a damn as long as I'm happy with it. Why?" I asked.
“Well, my parents aren’t like that. They have a fixed dream of what they want their sons to be and how they’ll be it.” He whispered. “My dad wants me to be a lawyer, but I wanna be something else, but he knows that I can’t afford college and he’s not paying for it unless I take the courses required to be a lawyer.”
I sighed and thought, but every last thought was drained from my head in the next moment.
“I don’t want to drag you into this because it’s not fair. And I don’t want you to wait for me and then think, ‘I waited like 20 years for this guy and he gave me nothing.’”
“What? Do you really think I’m in it for what you’re going to give me? I could wait for you forever and not give a care how I’m going to live. Crap, my aunt’s coming…”
“Babe, I don’t have time for a relationship right now, so I thought it would be best if we broke up.”
I dropped the phone, but then hurriedly picked it up, tears in my eyes.
“No! I don’t want to break up!” I said, trying to cover up my crying.
"I know by saying this, I'm breaking every promise that I've ever made. I hope you can forgive me."
"No! I'll wait for you! Don't you ever think that I won't!"
“Don’t wait for me.”
Were the last words I heard from his voice. He wanted to stay friends after that, but how can I face him? He left me because he thought it was best, even though I didn’t. Now I’m heartbroken because I’m sure that there is no possible way to get him back or find a new love. It hurts a lot still and every night it haunts me in my dreams. I’m holding his hand, and then he lets go, disappearing. I’ve cut myself a few times, but my sisters found out and made me guilty. So right now I’m partly normal, but I’m always on the verge of tears when somebody mentions his name.


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