Two hearts were broken. Two very sensitive hearts. Broken because of one stupid mistake, Those hearts should not have been broken, but they were.
It could have been prevented. But she was blind and stupid. She was not strong. She should have said no, but she did not.
She met him one warm afternoon in early October. The moment she laid eyes on him, she knew. She knew that they were meant to be together.
She went and introduced herself to him. They immediately became friends. They did almost everything together.
Then it happened He asked her to be his.
She was so happy. She told him yes. They weren't just friends anymore.
He was so romantic. He would always sing to her. Every night. He would always be by her locker. Every afternoon.
She returned his love in so many ways. She would always have a note for him. Every day. She would always sing to him. Every night. They were together for three months, and they were like one.
People made fun of her. Called her a cradle robber. Called her a child molester. Just because she was in 8th grade, and he was in 6th. She didn't care. She loved him too much.
Then it happened. Then she messed everything up.
She went to a youth group meeting. She went without him. She didn't know very many others. But she was having fun. Having fun without him. So much fun, that she was unaware. Unaware of one guy. One guy who was constantly flirting with her.
She showed this unknown boy around her church. She started to feel a little unsure. Unsure of what was happening. She realized that she didn't trust him.
Then it happened. Then he kissed her. She was afraid. She froze. She was not strong enough to push away. Not strong enough to say no.
When they broke apart, she slapped him. Asked him why. Why he did it.
The boy did not reply. He just smiled at her. Then he left.
She felt sick. She knew that she had sinned. Sinned in a holy place.
She knew that she had to tell him. She knew that she couldn't hide it from him.
She started to dial his number. But, she couldn't dial it completely. She couldn't bear to hurt him. She loved him too much. But, she knew that she had to tell him.
She dialed his number. He answered. She was unable to speak. "Hello? Hello? " His words were unsure. Unsure of who it was.
" Hi. It's me." That is all that she could say. She knew that she had to tell him. But, she just couldn't.
He knew that something was wrong. He could tell it in her voice. " What's wrong? " He spoke with such sensitivity, that it was all she could do not to cry.
She told him everything was fine. She told him that all she wanted was to hear his voice.
He told her he loved her. She told him too. Then they hung up. She hadn't told him. She had whimped out. She couldn't tell him. She just couldn't. //////
The next day she told her friend. But, he was there. There listening. Listening to every word she said.
He wrote her. Told her he was devastated. Called her a liar. Called her a gossip. Told her he could never trust her again.
She called him. Tried to explain. Told him she loved him. That she never meant to hurt him.
He told her not to waste he breath. He wanted nothing to do with her. She had broken his heart. He hung up.
She died inside. She knew she should have told him. She knew.
She cried. Cried until she was all dried up inside.
She had broken his heart. But, she had broken her heart heart as well. Never again has she been able to love another. She will always have a broken heart.
