 | It was my freshman year when my entire life would change forever. I was completely obsessed with a boy named Matthew for the past 9 months. I was convinced he liked me too. But I was wierd when it came to relationships. Whenever I liked someone as soon as I found out they liked me too I would start pushing them away. I couldn't explain it, but dating was the last thing I wanted to do, even if it were with my crush Andrew. I knew I was crazy about him, but it wasn't love. I had never felt love for anyone and I assumed it didn't exist.
It was, it's strange that I can still remember it so clearly, it was October 20 of 2005. I got a call from my friend Brian who was his best friend. He didn't like me, he liked my friend instead. I was crushed. This was the first time in my life I had ben rejected. It surprised me how much it hurt. I got over it in about 2 and a half months. But I began getting suicidal (not because of him). I would fight with my parents then I would go upstairs and cut my wrists until I wasn't so angry. I felt like God had abandonned me so I cut even more. This continued until finnaly on New Years eve day I had a full out break down. I sobbed and cries for about five or six hours. I couldn't control it. That night I layed in bed with pills within my reach and I was seriously considering endindg it all.
By that time I had been in bulleamia for about 7 months. I had lost 20 pounds and I was passing out all the time. My parents came home in time and I didn't go through with it.
When winter break was over I went back to school as if nothing had happened. I ended up taking a dare and kissing one of my guy friends that had a girlfriend. When she found out she was pissed. For the next week or so we were on the phone until 1 or 2 a.m. sorting things out. She dumped her boyfriend and somehow through that mess, we became best friends. I confessed to her about my bullimia and suicidalness and she confessed to me about her drinking problems. We both held each other accountable and I quit cutting and buliema and she quit drinking for good. We continued getting closer over the next 4 months.I tried to ignore it, but I had fallen in love with her. One night she confessed to me that she loved me and she asked me, "Can you honestely tell me that you don't love me?" I think my answer probably hurt me as much as her. I replied, "I don't love you."
I was so afraid to admit that I had fallen completely for her because I had been taught from day one that kind of love was wrong and people like that were going to hell.
We quit talking like we used to until one day I couldn't handle it any longer. I wasn't only losing my love, I was losing my best friend. I told her I loved her and we haven't been apart from that moment on. I have to hide this love from everyone in my life. I feel bad about that but they wouldn't understand. My best friends aand my family who tell me that their love for me is unconditional, would hate me. Sometimes I ask myself it is was worth it. If I could take it all back would I? My answer, true love is allways worth anything. No matter how hard, no mater how difficult and trying times get, The end will justify the pain that took to get us there. I love you baby!
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