Is It Meant To Be?

        In the past I had a boyfriend, he was perfect. For the first time in a while, I had felt happy. Like maybe high school was worth it. We were together for 1 year, it was great. Everything was fine, well as I thought.

       I guess why I'm writing this post, is because I never told anyone how this situation made me feel, and how much it hurt. I really actually did like him, and like any high school crush, you imagine each other running off into the sunset and getting married, but that wasn't the reality.

       The summer of 2013. Everything collapsed. I got an anonymous text, with a picture of my boyfriend making out with another girl. I was broken. Yet, I pretended everything was fine. I told my "friends" that I never liked him, that I didn't care, that I was gonna break up with him anyways. I guess I was just humiliated. Humiliated that I, could be broken. but I was. The rest of my summer was obviously ruined. I blew off my friends telling them I had plans, when actually I just didn't want to leave my bed. Now, this isn't the worst part. Yes, I was broken, had a bit of a high school break down...but the worst was that I still had to brake up with someone that I liked, all my friends were like; oh this will be no problem, you don't like him anyways. But I really did. I went up to him...and said...

Me: "What did you do this summer?"
Him: "Nothing much, I hung out by the pool and stuff."

He lied right to my face.

Me: "Tell me you didn't hook up with another girl."

I was getting a little emotional now...slightly crying...not really able to get the words out my mouth.

Him: "I, I..."

         So basically after that, you can imagine I ran to the bathroom with my mascara watering down my face. I was humiliated, and broken. Even though I knew he had cheated on me, part of me still wished it wasn't true. But the reality was it was.

         None of my friends came to check on how I was. Probably none of them cared.

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