Post by Aderabaybee on Jun 23, 2010 23:33:51 GMT -5
Addison POV
Some stories start with "He had me at hello," "I turned around and he took my breath away," "He was my best friend." It was different from me. I remember when I first talked to him. I was told to play an ORG. Yes an Online Roleplaying Game. It was all new to me. These people seemed to know each other, they've played together and I was new. I made friends quickly. My partner in the game, and a team we were up against. But there was one person. He just hated me and I had no idea why. It didn't matter the feeling was mutual at the time. I hated him right back. His name, well it isn't important right now. Every game after that we acted the same way. Never nice to each other. Until we were thrown together.
That's when we had to be civil. It was hard for me at first because he had started this whole hate thing. I got over it though. He soon became a friend. We'd text on occassion. During that time I was going through a tough time. I didn't want to talk to anybody about it but one day I just couldn't take it. I texted him and told him everything. How I was making myself sick, how I was cutting myself. People don't understand how bad life can get but he did. He understood completely. He had gone through this to. The depression and cutting part at least. He tried helping me out. He was there for me all the time. Somewhere down the line he became my best and a guy who I was in love with.
Another friend Tyler, he knew just how I felt about him. He told my not to tell you, but I did. It was dumb of me. I never wanted my 'I Love You' to be in a text message. I wanted to be able to say it next year when I was eighteen and visiting you at college but I couldn't wait that long. Biggest mistake of my life. I knew you didn't feel the same way but it hurt far more once you actually told me. You said "I'm sorry." Like it was a bad thing for me to love you. You told me we wouldn't be anything other than friends.
I remember the breath in my throat catching. I remember saying "Okay" and not touching my phone. I remember telling myself not to cry over and over again until I actually broke down sitting in the middle of my bed in a pair of shorts and a high school t-shirt I had recieved last year. I layed there not moving with my eyes closed tight so the tears would stop but they didn't. I'm sitting here typing this out a two weeks later and I still feel like i'm breaking down on my bed. I'm still a mess. I'm not over you. How could I possibly when you make everything better? Tyler says there are other guys out there. Shannon says there are other fish in the sea. But the thing is I don't care if there are other guys out there. I don't want another fish in the sea. I want the guy that changed my life. I want you Connor.
That's when we had to be civil. It was hard for me at first because he had started this whole hate thing. I got over it though. He soon became a friend. We'd text on occassion. During that time I was going through a tough time. I didn't want to talk to anybody about it but one day I just couldn't take it. I texted him and told him everything. How I was making myself sick, how I was cutting myself. People don't understand how bad life can get but he did. He understood completely. He had gone through this to. The depression and cutting part at least. He tried helping me out. He was there for me all the time. Somewhere down the line he became my best and a guy who I was in love with.
Another friend Tyler, he knew just how I felt about him. He told my not to tell you, but I did. It was dumb of me. I never wanted my 'I Love You' to be in a text message. I wanted to be able to say it next year when I was eighteen and visiting you at college but I couldn't wait that long. Biggest mistake of my life. I knew you didn't feel the same way but it hurt far more once you actually told me. You said "I'm sorry." Like it was a bad thing for me to love you. You told me we wouldn't be anything other than friends.
I remember the breath in my throat catching. I remember saying "Okay" and not touching my phone. I remember telling myself not to cry over and over again until I actually broke down sitting in the middle of my bed in a pair of shorts and a high school t-shirt I had recieved last year. I layed there not moving with my eyes closed tight so the tears would stop but they didn't. I'm sitting here typing this out a two weeks later and I still feel like i'm breaking down on my bed. I'm still a mess. I'm not over you. How could I possibly when you make everything better? Tyler says there are other guys out there. Shannon says there are other fish in the sea. But the thing is I don't care if there are other guys out there. I don't want another fish in the sea. I want the guy that changed my life. I want you Connor.
March On was and still is based on true events.
