posted on Dec, 24 2005 @ 01:15 AM
...what it was like to be in love. Now I can feel the hurt of a broken heart. She was my first love, and my last for a long time...
All throughout high school, no girl ever payed much attention to me or what I said, unless they wanted the time. All I ever wanted was to know what it
was like to have a girlfriend, to have someone special feel about you as you did about them.
I prayed and dreamt of a day just maybe I could have that same look in my eyes and that same smile. I guess I just didn't have what it took.
Then I met her. She was different, she liked me. For a while we went out, and I fell for her. I loved her so much. And not because she was the first,
but because she was so wonderful. Then she breaks up with me. I grieved, and then got better, but the worst was yet to come.
She said she loved me, but who knows. I got better, but having to see her at work hurt. Then her boyfriend started coming around more and more, and
all she can talk about is him. She started talking with him about a week after she broke up with me.
Now I have no one again, an all too familiar feeling. I now wish I never wanted this. Now all I have is my first broken heart. What a weird feeling it
is. Seeing someone you loved, and loved you back, now somehow just another person. She is completely over it, and in fact, I don't think it phased
her much to break up.
I miss that feeling, I miss her, I miss what I always wanted...
"And all that's left
of you and me,
is just a memory of
the way we used to be"
- Eric Carmen