It's been eight months.
I'm still not over my first true love.
Three days after meeting him, and starting to date him, we were going to break up.
I tried all I could to convince him to not break up with me.
I knew that he would've killed himself that night, because he had no one else to trust.
What impacted on me, is that he let me into his life - he decided to trust me.
I lost his trust that night, but he gave me a second chance.
We were the happy couple, that everyone wanted to be.
He disappeared after a month, and I just waited.
Waited.
Waited.
I thought he killed himself.
For two months, I went through life, crying every few days, thinking he was gone.
That's when I realized I truly loved him, and didn't want to lose it.
I cried my eyes out at school, because of him.
After a few more weeks, I talked to his mom.
She said she'd have him talk to me.
That sentence made my heart skip a beat.
It let me know he was still alive.
What ruined it for me, though, was that he didn't talk to me.
I just thought that he'd forgot about me, and didn't care about me anymore.
A few more months down the line, I get a message saying "hello," from him.
I responded to it.
Never got a message back.
I met him around Christmas of 2009.
We stopped talking at the end of January.
It's now August 24th, 2010.
I still haven't moved on.
I'm waiting for the day for when I do, and then meet the person that I'm meant to be with.
I still cry about him, though.
I miss him.
I still love him.
I guess it's true - you never stop loving your first love.
I just want to, though.
Get him out of my mind.
I'm sorry for venting.