Author's Note: This is going to be my last article that goes along with the "I See You" articles. Look at "Speechless" for the article numbers that go along with this story.
November 19th. A day that has made history. The day where my dreams came true. Everything Whyvillians have read about me wanting happened. You asked me out. Well technically. You were texting my best friend, she suggested it, and you went for it. Of course you made sure I said yes, but other than that it really happened. All day I was waiting for the surprise my best friends told me about the night before. The one where they screamed when they found out. The one where my dreams would come true. At 3:20 you came over to my locker right after school and it happened. We were boyfriend and girlfriend. It wasn't fake like it was in second grade; it was truer than true.
Now you would think happily ever after, no more worrying, everything in my life just had to be perfect, yada, yada, yada. Well this all just added pressure. How often should I text you? When should I talk to you? How am I going to make this last? The questions were endless. The biggest one was how I was going to cope with you moving five hundred miles away. Long distance relationships are hard. Everyone knows that. But all through the month of December we just lived in the present.
We didn't have many obstacles. Yes, there was this girl who was trying to steal you away but we overcame that. Then there were some you never knew of. How I had many seventh grade guys who liked me and how I did flirt back sometimes. How at some points there were times I acted more like I was dating my guy friend instead of you, but you won't know of that. The important thing is that we have faith and we stay together strong like we have for life.
Now there is this month. January. It sounded like a death sentence when I found out that is was going to be the month you moved away. I figured it was going to happen soon, but this month is the month. January is almost like December with weather and everything. But this January was something I could have never prepared for.
This month the number seventh graders that like me has grown. I am getting closer to some of the ones that like me; I am even having full conversations and saying, "Hi," to them whenever I see them in the halls. But you're never around to see or hear this. I rarely see you during school. Even then we still don't talk every day. I know it's not good, but we were sure to overcome that.
So that was all the recap. It's Saturday, the 15th of January as I write this. Whyvillians could be reading this the next day or it could even be years and years ago from the archives, I don't really know. But what I do know is that I need to finish this story. I'm done with being so mysterious and having no one really know me. You don't even anymore, do you? Yeah, I figured. I don't know you either. Yeah, you figured that too. You told my best friend. It all happened last night.
You text my best friend, the one who suggested you should go out with me, and said that you just wanted to be my friend, that you were too young to date and that when we go back to school on Tuesday you are going to break up with me. Just a day before our two month anniversary. All this was going on last night when I didn't have my phone with me. If I just had my phone . . . there is no going back.
So this morning I opened my phone and I got a text from my best friend saying I should prepare for Tuesday. I texted back, "Why?" and she ignored the subject. Then I called her and in tears my friend said that you planned to break up with me. I started crying too. Seven years. I met you over seven years ago and you have always been that one friend that was either right there or never far away. I have wasted it all. The picture of you on my desk is still there and so is that clay heart and rose. And that rock. That rock that has all the love you had for me in second grade still there after all these years. I can't get rid of it. I won't.
I will never stop loving you. You will always be that first one I truly loved. I have written countless things about you. My journals have your name on every single page. Any other girl would have ripped those up never to be read again. I can't do that. I will always have those journals and those entries where I write I love you at the end with a heart or a smiley face. I said it myself though. Hearts break. Circles never end. I didn't draw a circle did I? I drew a heart. And it broke. It shattered.
Technically we are still together. We won't be for long. My friends are going to follow me to the ends of Earth and will be right there when you break up with me. It's the right thing. I know it is. Everyone else does too. Life can never be picture perfect. I've known that. I bet those seventh graders knew it too. Well Frosty, Sutton, and all the other seventh and eighth graders that like me, you just might have chance now. Just as long as you don't repeat this history and never move to Idaho.
That's just the way of life is Connor.
~ Misty
