I never saw him again. I didn't want to see him. After he left me, I stopped listening to his songs. I gave all his CDs to my sister. I stopped having anything to do with Hanson. Oh, I still heard the occasional bit of news from Anne, who continued dating Zac for a year until they both agreed it would not work. And I knew when Isaac got married...it was all over the news, although I never did catch his wife's name. Sometimes I wondered if he had found Jamie, but I didn't really care anymore.
It's been five years now, and I'm finally going on with my life. For the first year after he left, my senior year of high school, I felt that it was all my fault. I kept asking myself what I could have done differently, how I could have prevented it. Should I have refused to help Randall? Should I have just gone on the tour? I didn't know, but I knew it was my fault he was gone. It was only at my high school graduation that I finally realized the truth...there was really nothing I could do. It was not my fault, but his. He left me. He broke my heart. Throughout my first year of college, my only feelings were anger at him, and an uncontrollable misery that never quite vanished, even to this day. But after that year, I promised myself I would get on with life and forget him. I threw myself wholeheartedly into my studies. I also continued coaching at Capital, and I intend to do so for years to come. I graduated from college last month, and I know I have found my true place in life.
I am happy, yes, but there is still a void, an empty space in my heart that can never be filled. Oh, I tried to fill it. Randall asked me out during my senior year of high school, and we dated for nearly six months before I realized that it just wouldn't work out. It wasn't Randall I wanted in my life, it was Taylor. Though I have moved on, I know I will never forget Taylor Hanson, my first love, my true love.
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