Beginning of the End

May 4, 2008
The white twinkle lights gave the room a warm glow, and my hair sparkled with the 3 pounds of glitter my sister had sprayed all over me. It was my Junior Prom, and I couldn’t have been more excited. My date led me over to a table, and we sat, watching everyone else file in.

And then I saw HIM.
I think every girl knows what I mean when I say that. That one boy who stole your heart completely, and never gave it back.

He looked so good in his tuxedo, and I couldn’t help staring, later feeling guilty about shutting out my own date. I got strange satisfaction that HE came alone.

As the night wore on, I realized I wasn’t as over him as I thought I was. It’s been a year, and I never had completely pushed him out of my mind. Seeing him that night brought back many memories, some I hadn’t wanted to remember.

This really shouldn’t be a big deal. I know that years from now, I’ll look back on this and not remember what was important and what wasn’t. Losing yourself to someone too quickly makes it harder to find yourself again later. I learned that the hard way.

But watching him read his Senior Wills, I realized something: I had thought he changed, that maybe this time could have been different. But I was wrong. My heart already has too many band-aids from him breaking it, and I didn’t need any more.

So I slowly put my phone down, quietly deleting his number and silently wishing him the best of luck with his life.

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