My memories with him
We'd been going to school together for 4 years, i never liked him, i thought he was a stupid chidish, self-centred boy, we started talking because his best friend and i were quite close (friendly of course), one day him, and my friend had a major argument and i was the only one there to fix it, and i did. That night i messaged him on facebook, asking if he was alright, and thats where it all started.
We spent the majority of our days in school together, and all night on the phone, i started to get painful butterflies everytime i saw him, i always wanted to be around him, so when he asked me to prom, i felt amazing, for days. My life felt like it couldnt get better, i was going to prom with a boy who i was sure i was in love with, my friends all liked him, i was passing in school and my family life was amazing. As things got deeper, he asked me to his house, at first i was so afraid, and told him i was busy, but i wanted to see him so bad i plucked up the courage and that night my dad dropped me to his house, i was so scared it was going to be awkward, but we spent the whole night on the sofa drinking danelion and burdock pop and watching take me out, and a pile of scary films, which he was more scared at than me. 10 o clock came and my dad was outside, as i stood up, he pulled me into his arms, and thats when we had our first kiss.
I was in a daze, i was in love. months went by and we were finally a couple, i spent all weekend at his house,and he spent the weekdays at mine, watching disney films, ordering dominos, having naps, play fighting, and having the odd argument. Obviously, i was in my last year of school, so exams were coming up, but i just wanted to be with him, every minute of every day. We walked around the lake every night, talking about everything, he was so amazing, and like i said i was in a daze, my perfect idea of a relationship was actually happening...but then things started to change.
He started to get jelous of me and another friends friendship, he shouted at me and threatned me when he saw us together, even if it was walking to class, he stared to push me around, hit me when we were alone, but i just took it as a bump in the road, i hid my bruises, and carried on, as if i was in this amazing, perfect relationship. He then started to play up in school, he got banned from prom, and told me i wasnt allowed to go, i was starting to be more than something he owned, than something he loved. More time went on, more bruising, more screaming arugments and more fighting over the phone, i then find out he was a cheat, after 2 weeks of no communicaiton, i ended it. But it didnt last long, i gave in to his half hearted apologies, i wanted him back.. and he was more than happy to take me. When he got kicked out of school, people started to suspect things. He turned up every day on his bike to walk me home, he snached my phone away to check on me, he praised me for having no contact with anyone, even my best friend, who was a girl. i started to resent the person who i once loved, i stated to take a puff on my frineds ciggarette to make him angry, just so i could shout and scream at him. Just before prom, i ended our relationship for good. A few months later i saw him at a party and felt something id never felt before. Hate, it had taken me so so long to get over him, even though my relationship was so so bad. After a few bottles of cider, he took another chance and dragged me out to the garden, punched me around a bit, pinned me up against a wall and kissed me so hard i cried in pain, that night i cried myself to sleep, with my best friend beside me, half crying for me, and half becuase she was too drunk. I told myself it was over forever, and i never wanted to see him again.
Its been over a year since the day we began to talk. and i miss him terribly.
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