Young First love is always unforgettable and even more if it was a loss. I am glad it cannot happen twice having to feel “butterflies” through your stomach, well a burden I will say. There is no such thing as planning to fall in love with someone in specific but there is a way to control how emotionally attached you get with someone. I could not avoid being attached to him, till the point I was brain washed and thought it was indispensable to have him near. “After a while I learned the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a sole”. I could recall my first love experience as an experience I will never forget till this day it has been one of the most damaging relationship I have ever been involved, it made me …show more content…
Every one whom I asked about him or who he was would slightly turn their head down and ignore the topic. More than once I asked a girl what was his name and how did he treated others. I had to speak up for myself, I decided after school to take the same bus as he did and at least exchange names with him. From closely he was a very attractive boy, his tattoo on his hand was unusual but the calligraphy was narrow and elegant. In truth, although he seemed to not be interested on me I was decided that day to waste all of my resources and make him talk. From the moment the bus stopped my heart beat was so strong I thought my chest will burst. Every step I took was at a slower pace than usually, he had an exquisite perfume. Suddenly I was running to catch his attention but it was useless he could not hear me with one headphone on his ear and in the other side one of his friends talking to him, by the time I got near they were crossing the street to the other side. Although I had already been warned by family, friends and teachers about Puerto Ricans and specifically that one who represented danger to them. I was blindly attracted with the idea of being with someone …show more content…
She began to hate me after all and demanded him to stay away from me. I got desperate about that decision and began crying in the bathrooms for a whole semester. I often questioned did he loved me enough or was I just an object of desire and pleasure for him. Eventually, I began to notice an unusual body language, his messages were not the same. Two weeks after that he broke up with me apparently I was too overly jealous and he needed space. Later on he was walking around the hallways with his new girl and two months’ later rumors spread out saying she was