Summertime Sadness
Part 1 of my survivor story
In the summer after eighth grade, I had my first "real" relationship. I met someone fantastic. I had my first kiss. He was sweet. He was kind. He was a grade ahead of me so I thought I was the shit.… until we broke up shortly after starting the school year and he began dating my best friend.
I, like most high school girls, was devastated. I was angry with my best friend, rightfully so, and angry with him and yearned for him. There a few times that he would hang out with me. I remember one of those times being full of tension because he asked me if he could kiss me. I still have my ninth grade journal. And I describe how betrayed I felt and how I missed him and how angry I was with him and my best friend. I felt wronged.
In hindsight it is amazing how I fell head over heels for someone so quickly and so fast. I was so naïve.