Saturday, April 9, 2011

Broken Hearts & the Writer's Club

This weeks prompt: describe the events that led to the first time your heart got broken.


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So, the first time I got my heart broken...Hmm. I guess it wold be my junior year of high school. He was a little younger than me & my first boyfriend. I hadn't dated anyone before, not really sure why. I've never been very good at picking up 'signals' & unless someone just outright stated the obvious, I didn't see the attraction. I've never been good at the whole flirting thing & that's one of the major reasons why. So anyway, he was the first guy to ever ask me out. We  didn't date very long, we weren't really right for each other & his family would have preferred that I date his brother, who was my age & with whom, I eventually went to the only prom I ever went to. 
I'm not really sure what happened in either case. My first boyfriend & I dated about 2 months. I think I cried for 2 weeks straight & that was the end of that. I, like most teens, thought my life was over & that I'd never find anyone again. He moved on, fairly soon after & started dating a girl that had moved to our area, from Australia. I thought she was prettier than me. Maybe, maybe not. She did have beautiful super long golden honey color hair. I think I was more jealous that she was from Australia than anything else. I'd never been there, still haven't made it there, but I'd like to someday...
After about two weeks, I realized that he really wasn't right for me  & eventually I did go out, once, with his brother, to the junior prom. Prom night was all the cheesy things you think of, bad decorations, nobody dancing, everybody in clothes they felt uncomfortable in. I had a pink & blue floral Gunne Sax dress &  feathered Farrah hair (can you guess the era?) He had to match, so he had a light blue tux. I think it was polyester, but maybe I'm just imaging that part. I don't even think they had the infamous spiked punch. A few days (maybe it was weeks) later, we got the photos back. He told me I should get mine, before they got rid of them & then he said something else, but I never really heard it, so I never knew what it was. I think I just nodded or something & that was the end of that. Maybe I should have asked him what he said. I did like him more, maybe than his brother. He was definitely more like me. I never did ask, though. Again, I felt like I was destined to never find 'love.' again, like most teens...I didn't cry for two weeks, this time. 
Things do work out. It's not the end of the world. First love rarely is last love or only love, sometimes it's not even love at all. Sometimes it works out, but in the vast majority of cases, it's a later love that is 'the one.' That's my story, anyway. SAM    



10 comments:

Stacey Donaldson said...

The first heartbreak is the worst! It doesn't matter how little time it's been, the pain seems endless! I think because it's really the first time you feel emotional pain that manifests itself physically, you know? The good news is, those heartbreaks are learning experiences (growing pains) that allow us to better know what's good for us. Like eventually you were able to see that he wasn't right for you, but had you not experienced the heartache, it may have taken you much longer to realize and understand your own worth.

Great post!

Alexis of NorthOnHarper said...

First heartbreaks are the worst!!!!!
I had lots of HS "boyfriends" but my heart break didn't happen until the summer between junior and senior year.... and it was bad. BUT we recovered.... (there was a lot of drama that continued through college!) and are friends now!!!!!!

Debra Ann Elliott said...

Great story

Johanna said...

Aww your post is so sweet and first heart breaks are hard. Thank you for linking up, don't know the button is not working but if you want cut and paste the picture, thats fine too. Hope more people will join our little writing club. : )

Lisa Taylor said...

First heartaches *are* the worse. but ya grow and stretch and move on. And are a stronger person for it - though it sure doesn't seem like it at the time!!
Great post,
Lisa

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Debbie @ OtRD said...

Great story, I love your writing! Oh, to remember high and prom...

I remember a boy I liked in high school. We started hanging out and then he started dating another girl, a younger girl!! Isn't that how it always is and even back in high school. I was so upset for what seemed like weeks. I thought it was the end of the world, but I know I got over him because I haven't thought about him in years!

roseworksjewelry said...

I wonder how many of us have "first heartbreak" stories that take place in high school. I know mine started there...

Unknown Mami said...

I think blue tuxes only come in polyester. It's like a rule or something.

Unknown Mami said...

I think blue tuxes only come in polyester. It's like a rule or something.