Now this isn’t a very romantic story. But I want to tell somebody. Get this off my chest. Now while you’re reading this, you may say WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? I already submitted a story here, and that one was a about how I was in a pretty tough spot with the guy I love. I’m not sure if it will get posted. I’m not even sure this one will get poster. But if it does, let me give you a background about my first story.
My boyfriend and I had broken up because the summer was keeping us apart. I wanted him back, and he wanted to be together again, but he didn’t want what happened to happen again. I was heartbroken because I loved him..you know?
Now to keep from confusion throughout the story, I’ll call him A.C
Now here is where the story begins. We started school a few weeks ago, and I was really excited to see him. I was looking around for him the whole day, but I didn’t see him. It’s a really big school, so I just figured that we didn’t have any classes together. When I got home that day, I txted him asking A.C what classes he had. That’s when he told me something that left me hopeless. He told me he’s home schooling. When I asked him why, he just said it would be easier this way. I didn’t ask him what he meant by that, because I already knew. But then I thought, if we couldn’t stay together over a summer, how will we stay together over the entire school year? We’ll never see each other. Maybe 3 times a year. That’s how little time he has for me.
I still accepted it. He told me that he would still like to be dating me, if I still wanted to. I said I did. So we started dating. But deep down inside, I kept wondering why am I doing this to myself? Why am I hurting myself? And without me consciously knowing, I moved on. I found someone else. I’ll call him G.H. But I didn’t realize it until G.H told me he wanted to be together, and I knew that I wanted to be with him, too. Now G.H has been a really close friend to me for a long time, and I’ve always loved him in a way. So when they say you find the best love in your best friend, they really mean it.
The problem is that I’m still dating A.C. I feel terrible for what I’m doing to him. I just don’t know if I can keep waiting for A.C until he has the urge to come see me. Which doesn’t happen a lot.
The point to this story is that I’m trying to get some closure. By typing out this story, I was waiting to see if I felt any hurt. I didn’t. I didn’t feel sad, or heartbroken, or anything like that. When I was thinking of A.C, I don’t feel what I used to feel. All good things come to an end right? So, I’m ending it. Waiting for A.C isn’t worth it anymore. I know deep down I will always care for him, but we will always be just friends. You can’t help your feelings. G.H happened to enter my life at the perfect time, because I was just torturing myself. And if you readers hate me, then go ahead. I just know that we all do things that are horrible. We all break-up. We all trick people. But in the end, your only tricking yourself if you do what I did with A.C. So no guy is worth making you wait forever. Find someone who makes you happy. Find yourself your own G.H
Thank you for reading.
by graspingthefuture
