My first "love"...

I was always told when I was younger that the first person I would give my heart to I would never be able to forget. At that point in my life, I did not believe a single world of what they had said to me. How could you potentially not forget about someone? I thought, if I try really hard, I bet you can forget about that person. Little did I know, I was completely wrong.

The only problem I had before I was told about that was which upper corner should I draw my sun on. Those were the days where I could spend my days drawing, and not care for one moment about who was going to break my heart. Those were the days where the only person I loved unconditionally was my father. Those were the good days.

Unlike a majority of the people I was friends with in high school, my first heartbreak did not show the tip of its nose until I was in college. There is not any problem with having your first heartbreak in college, because I am pretty sure that it hurts just as bad as my friends' in high school. Here is my story:

I was a sophomore in college. When I got back from summer break, I was super excited to get back into the school spirit, and share with my friends what I had done over the summer. When I met my group of friends over for dinner, there were new faces sitting with my friends at our usual table. I grabbed food from the buffet, and sat down at one of the open spots next to one of the new kids. We started talking and we got to know the new faces who had joined us. They were extremely nice. One of them caught my attention as soon as I laid eyes on him. We exchanged phone numbers, and as soon as I got back to my room, my phone vibrated and I had a text message from him. From that point on, we texted every day, and then we started hanging out by ourselves. We started watching movies in each others' room, went to partys together. What I did not know is that this boy was going to mess up my life, big times.

One day, at one of the partys we went to together, we flirted a lot more than usual, but it did not bother me. At some point during the night, every one decided to go upstairs and play video games while I stayed downstairs with him. We sat on the couch, and drank a little more. We started talking, and next thing I know, we were making out on the couch while every one else was upstairs. We went back to my room, and we cuddled up and fell asleep. The next day, he manage to tell me he had to go see his girlfriend... you could only imagine the face I made when he said that. I decided I would stop talking to him because he was not worth my time if he already had a girlfriend, which he did not have mentioned prior to that morning.

Over Christmas break, he messaged me telling me that he had broken up with his girlfriend, and that he could not stop thinking about me. Of course, I liked him so much and I could not resist to him so I started talking to him again. Next thing I know, we were making bigger plans than we were before and it did not stop me from talking to him. He started playing with my heart and I let him. All he wanted was in my pants and I let him... that's the most disappointing thing... All I have to say to you out there who is struggling with a heartbreak is; do not give up. I know it is hard when you are so attached to someone to let them go but it gets better in the end, I promise. First thing to do is to block that person out of your life completely. I know that might be more difficult than it sounds, but it is worth it in the end. Girl, don't worry about it, everything will end up the way it is supposed to, I promise!