The Heartbreak Kid

***BASED ON A TRUE LIFE EXPERIENCE***
*Some names have been changed*


I was in a deep state of depression. I came hoping he would want to talk. We sat there in silence. Finally he spoke “Why did you do it”, I looked at him with a glum expression on my face. I finally spoke after a few seconds “I don’t know. I’m sorry…” He shook his head. I looked into his eyes with despair almost pleading for him to take me back, I knew he wouldn’t. I finally started to cry after those few intense minutes I’d been trying to hold the tears back. He spoke “please don’t do this to me…not now” I cried harder for him because I knew how much I’d hurt him. He got up and left me with out another word. I dropped to my knees and cried harder and harder. My heart ripping little by little with each tear I shed. From that point on I promised myself I would never love again for I didn’t want to go through the pain I feel as of this moment ever again. To this day I still remember that day like it was yesterday and there will always be a spot in my heart for The Heartbreak Kid.


My story begins in 7th grade when I first saw him.

I was with my soon to be best friend Jennifer. I had just gotten my schedule changed for the new trimester. It was lunch hour and I had 3rd lunch with Jenni. I walked in being clueless…then I saw him. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen I got lunch with Jennifer and Josiah. I told them how cute I thought he was and gushed over him for the entire lunch hour. I was too shy to even speak his name.

After a few days I finally spoke to him. Then Josiah started to talk to him. Then I found out later that they were dating. That’s when I learned not to trust any of my girlfriends with anything pertaining to boys because they would steal them from me.

Soon after that they broke up. She could never keep a boyfriend for more than 2 weeks anyways. Then I got up my courage to start having friendly conversations with him and soon after we started dating.

I was happy with him. I thought I loved him. Then things just started getting complicated and I broke up with him. I really wished I hadn’t. After we broke up things weren’t the same. It was like we were complete strangers…like we never knew each other. I was a bitch to him and he was an asshole to me. That’s how it was the whole rest of my 7th year of education.

My best friend moved away at the end of 7th grade. That hurt a lot. 8th grade year came and that was the worst year of my life.

I dated the 6th grader named Hunter right after my parents got divorced. I fell hard for him. He was the worst boyfriend ever. He kept braking up with me, I kept going back to him because I supposedly loved him. I stopped talking to him after the last break up. I got into a lot of trouble that summer. Then school started and I saw all my old friends…including him. At that point my mind went all the way back to the 7th grade where I first set eyes on him and again I knew it was love at first sight. I could tell he liked me back. Just by the way he looked at me and talked to me and goofed around with me in class and at lunch. I asked him out again.

I thought it would be better this time but it wasn’t. We were both to shy to do anything…in our relationship. The few times I tried to kiss him he was too shy and timid so I finally I just gave up and thought there’s no future in this relationship so we broke up again. I know what you’re thinking…how could she do that after that one kid? Well, it’s not easy I’ll tell you that.

I started liking this other guy Paul. Come to think he liked me too. He asked me out and I dated him for almost 2 months the whole time we were dating I was talking to him…about everything spilling my heart out to him almost nightly. Staying up texting till one of us fell asleep because we never wanted to say “Goodbye”. Talked on the phone for hours on end, and to this day I still haven’t told Mike that. I had very strong feelings for him no word could explain how much I loved him. When Paul and I broke up he was there for me even when I didn’t want him to be there and wouldn’t you guess we dated again. I was happier than I had ever been. My friends could tell I was much happier than I ever was since the divorce. If I could have I would have spent all day everyday with him I just hated not being around him. One night he decided it was over. He broke my heart and tore it to shreds. That’s the night I made the promise to myself that I would never let any one hurt me like this ever again. I’ve talked to him twice since then…both times were horrible. I was so heartbroken. I’m still heartbroken. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it. I miss him everyday and each day I fall a little bit more in love with him. I really hope he understands how much I still care about him. I will forever love him. The Heartbreak Kid.