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Please share. There was this girl I knew growing up. In school. She was drop dead gorgeous, but she didn't know it. Long dark hair that blossomed like a rose in the summer time. She wasn't like all the other girls. Especially not the pretentious self-absorbed cheerleader types. She played instruments, loved art and even did woodwork in high school.
I didn't know it at first, but she was the one. Like the prestige of a magician's act, it was revealed to me. We had many of the same classes together. I didn't think much of her initially, but then I noticed how beautiful she was. It was like I was seeing under the mask.
We became close. Really close. I honestly felt like I couldn't live without her. She meant that much to me. Every day I contemplated suicide, and she saved me each and every time. My guardian angel.
We went to senior prom together. I was her knight in shining armor. It was perfect. The definitive best moment in my life. The pinnacle of ecstasy.
It was a high that I'd never recover from. She moved on by the start of Sophomore year in college. Long distance had put a strain on us. If only I'd have followed her. Been with her. We might still be together.
The next year following the break-up was the hardest time of my life. I nearly killed myself 3 times. The anti-depressants didn't do anything. I took so much I thought it was inevitable that I'd OD.
Thankfully I made it out of those 12 months in one piece. I slowly recovered. But honestly, I don't think I'll ever fully recover from something like that. I don't think anyone does. I ran into her two years ago at a music festival. She looked totally different. Platinum blonde hair. High end fashionable outfit. A really tall sporty boyfriend named Chad.
I think what hurt the most is that it clearly didn't mean that much to her. But this is life. You pick up the pieces, and move towards the end zone. First down.
How about you? Who was the one that got away? He or she.
I didn't know it at first, but she was the one. Like the prestige of a magician's act, it was revealed to me. We had many of the same classes together. I didn't think much of her initially, but then I noticed how beautiful she was. It was like I was seeing under the mask.
We became close. Really close. I honestly felt like I couldn't live without her. She meant that much to me. Every day I contemplated suicide, and she saved me each and every time. My guardian angel.
We went to senior prom together. I was her knight in shining armor. It was perfect. The definitive best moment in my life. The pinnacle of ecstasy.
It was a high that I'd never recover from. She moved on by the start of Sophomore year in college. Long distance had put a strain on us. If only I'd have followed her. Been with her. We might still be together.
The next year following the break-up was the hardest time of my life. I nearly killed myself 3 times. The anti-depressants didn't do anything. I took so much I thought it was inevitable that I'd OD.
Thankfully I made it out of those 12 months in one piece. I slowly recovered. But honestly, I don't think I'll ever fully recover from something like that. I don't think anyone does. I ran into her two years ago at a music festival. She looked totally different. Platinum blonde hair. High end fashionable outfit. A really tall sporty boyfriend named Chad.
I think what hurt the most is that it clearly didn't mean that much to her. But this is life. You pick up the pieces, and move towards the end zone. First down.
How about you? Who was the one that got away? He or she.
