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I would put lovestoned, but since it's not returned, I can't really be lovestoned, but lovesick for the other person. I don't know.
It all leads back to Alex. The playing tennis in the rain, fired from our work, recently in jail, ditched me for his girlfriend, Alex. The one who loved me for a while and then I loved him after he got a girlfriend. And I still do. So much.
I've never been in love before and most people say it's impossible to love someone at the young age of 16. I can't begin to tell you how wrong they are. I thought I was in love with a previous boyfriend, but that was just me trying to be the loyal girlfriend that I was. I didn't love him-- I liked him a lot, but it wasn't full on love. Love hurts. It's a really strange feeling at first that's hard to describe. You're unsure at first and think about the person constantly, in good AND bad ways. You find out their flaws and then think of their really good points. You imagine yourself with them when you're not and hope constantly that they feel the same way about you. You feel a connection that you don't normally feel with other people and you know it's special. You hate them one minute for doing something stupid, but love them even more for making that mistake.
Alex and I started out as flirty friends and I never thought I'd like him more than a friend until I started spending all my time playing tennis with him. He taught me so much and I actually became pretty good, all thanks to him. We bonded a lot and talked about EVERYTHING. I found out a lot about his life, and even though he didn't find out a ton about mine, he still knew who I was and would point out my quirks. I do this thing he calls a "Kaitlin face" and used to make fun of me for it everytime I'd hit a ball out in tennis. I had other reactions and voices too that he would nag me about and he obviously knew me pretty well. He liked me for a long time and finally, I was ready to give in to him and have us be together. I guess I wasn't open enough about it because he said he didn't notice. He said it was his dream for us to be together, but he thought I was too good for him and that it wouldn't work out.
Once he and his girlfriend got together and I told him my feelings for him, he freaked out. He called me 12 times in one night, crying, leaving messages on my phone and pleading for me to call him back. It tore me apart and he is the first guy I've ever really cried about. It stung to see him react to my feelings about the situation. After he got a girlfriend, we began to separate. I started to disappear out of his life and he wasn't really "allowed" to talk to me as much, it seemed like. Fall went to Winter, and tennis was no longer an option. I started swimming, he got a lot of jobs and started being involved with his girlfriend more. I slowly faded out of the picture, and even though we talk now and then, it's not the same.
The worst part is is that he always tries to make it sound like he still loves me, but he has a girlfriend. He'll complain about her to me all the time and say, "she's nothing compared to you," or "you're so gorgeous." You think those would make me feel better, but they make me feel so much worse. It's like he still wants to be with me, but likes her a lot too. I've looked through her myspace pictures before and it used to hurt so bad to see that's who he chose me over. I'm the one that lost.
Since he went to jail (for six hours), his parents kicked him out of the house and he's been living in his girlfriend's basement. I can't say my parents would EVER agree to that, especially since they thought he was sketchy in the first place. I want to say I lucked out in not having to deal with all that, but maybe things would have been different with me. Maybe he wouldn't have gone to jail if I'd been there. Maybe he wouldn't be working all the time if I'd been there. Maybe he'd go to a real college next year if I'd been there. I am the always the would-have/could-have been.
I hate to say it, but he's such an amazing guy. He has made so many mistakes, and even so many against me that I do have a right to hate him if I really wanted to, but he's just awesome. Awesome in a make-you-feel-good, giving long hugs, tackling you in the rain, making faces at you that make you feel loved kind of way. He always told me he loved me, but I never took it as the real love. He told me later that it was, and I believe it. He even wrote me a poem that I just dug up from old myspace messages earlier, and it still makes me cry. He wrote me two and he only sent me this one, and you can tell it's his because of the broken English that he asked me to help fix.
"You make me Feel!"
You make me feel loved,
You make me feel new,
You make me feel special,
With everything you do.
Every time we are together,
It seems like a perfect day
A perfect place!
In a perfect world
It all adds up, your the one
your the one of my dreams
the one of my hopes
your everything to me.
My eyes light up when you enter a room.
I smile when we are together.
No matter how bad things are,
You always make them better.
I love the way you hold me tight.
The way you touch me,
The way you say I love you!
The way you say Goodnight,
I could be with you all night.
I love the way you can make me laugh
For absolutely no reason at all.
The way you smile!
With those pearly stones
I love your smile!
I love how no matter what I do,
You will always be there to catch me when I fall.
No matter how hard!
You'd always be there
That sucker still makes me cry after reading it. I loved the way he wrote me poems, the way he sang to me on the tennis courts in his hot Spanish singing voice, the way he stared at me when I straightened my hair and told me all the guys at my work would be wanting to be on top of me when they saw me, how we call each other 2.27 (because our birthday's are both February 27th), the CD that he burned me that I still listen to all the time, and the fact that he really cared for me. He told me he'd always be there and reassured me I'd always be ok.
I wrote him a poem after it because he inspired me to. It's actually not as good as it could've been, but I tried my best. We played tennis in the rain a lot, so I based it on that. I started working together in May and our birthday's are in February, so that's what that part means. He loved that stanza a lot. He didn't see the last three stanzas though...
Your laugh rolls the thunder out of my sky
Your smile lights up my day
You don’t realize you’re the kind of guy
Who turns skies of February into May
You light up my life with all you do
I just want to be closer to you
It’s harder said than done
Don’t you know you’re my sun?
Hugs become longer than before
You hold me close to keep out of the rain
I always find myself coming back for more
They’re feelings I cannot explain
Your eyes strike upon my face
Crisp and sharp as lightning
I start to fall out of grace
My lungs begin tightening
I haven't finished it. Will I ever? I don't really know. The Alex chapter in my life might be over, or it might not be. Who knows? I'll just leave it unfinished until whenever I think is right. I just miss him so much and it still burns to think about him, but I realize that I need to move on. It's been four months of this, and it's time for it to end. This new year coming is going to have a new chapter in store (I hope) and it needs to wean me off of my first love. I'll never forget him though...he'll always be in my heart. And I'll remember his poems forever.
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